She turned around so he could unzip her dress, and he placed hot, damp kisses along the skin he exposed, making her shiver. "You know what all this means, don't you?"
"That I'm about to get laid by the sexiest guy in Chicago?" she mused seductively.
"Yeah, that, too." He chuckled as he pushed the dress off her shoulders and it fell to the floor at her feet, leaving her in a lacy pair of panties, a matching bra, and those hot-as-fuck heels.
His dick strained against the front of his sweat pants, begging to be let out, but he ignored the demand. He wanted to strip Ella bare before he got naked himself. He unclipped the back of her bra, let it join her dress on the ground, then walked around her until they were face-to-face and he could fill both of his hands with her soft, full breasts before dipping his head to take a tight nipple into his mouth.
"It means all this compromise we're both going to be making . . ." He kissed his way down her stomach and pushed his fingers into the waistband of her panties to drag them down her hips. "We're going to have to get married."
Her breath hitched noticeably. "Yeah?" she asked softly, hopefully.
"Yep." With her underwear gone, he straightened again so he was looking into her beautiful eyes as he guided her back toward the bed, still wearing the fuck-me shoes-he thoroughly intended to do just that. Numerous times and a dozen different positions. "No living in sin for us."
She laughed out loud at that as she scooted up the mattress, until she was lying against the pillows on her back, looking like a temptress, while he quickly stripped off his sweat pants.
"We've been sinning for the past three months," she said in amusement as she deliberately spread her legs, showing him how wet she already was for him. How needy. "We're about to sin right now," she teased him.
"Fuck yeah, we are," he said huskily as he dove between her legs to eat her up, the hungry, greedy slide of his lips and tongue adding to their plethora of dirty, filthy sins.
She gasped in shock, then moaned in pleasure, and eventually, she twisted her fingers in his hair, shamelessly rode his mouth, and cried out his name as she came gloriously, furiously hard against the flick and glide of his tongue.
Before she had a chance to recover, and while her pussy was still fluttering from the remnants of her blissful orgasm, he moved up and completely over her body, then buried himself balls deep inside her with one long, fluid stroke. She arched up against him, wrapped those long legs around his waist, and he felt the erotic dig of those heels scraping across his skin and wreaking havoc with his self-control.
He tried not to move, not until they cleared up one more thing. Shoving his hands into her hair, he tipped her head back so she had no choice but to meet his gaze. Her eyes were dilated, dark with desire, and he smiled down at her, because she was so perfect, and everything he'd ever wanted and needed in his life.
"You distracted me with all that sinning," he murmured deeply, wickedly. "And I forgot to ask you something very important, because I don't want to make any assumptions."
She licked her bottom lip and tried to squirm beneath him to make him move, and ended up making a frustrated sound when he held still. "Yeah, and what's that?" she asked impatiently.
"A formal proposal," he said, and instantly felt her go soft beneath him, her eyes wide with awe and love and a hundred other emotions he completely understood, because he felt the same. "Ella Fisher, will you marry me?"
She didn't even hesitate with her answer. "I will, City Boy," she said, happy tears of pure delight shimmering in her eyes. "I can't wait to finally be Mrs. Kyle Coleman."
And he couldn't wait to make her completely and utterly his.
Epilogue
Six months later . . .
Kyle held his beautiful bride in his arms as they swayed to their first dance as husband and wife. Her hair was swept away from her gorgeous face and piled on top of her head in loose curls, baby's breath, and pearl clips, while the rest cascaded down her back in soft waves, just how he liked it best. Her dress was vintage lace, the style more romantic than overtly sexy, but he loved the sensual way the cut of the fabric skimmed the curves of her body.
As she looked up at him, he felt his heart swell in his chest. With the shine of true love in her eyes, the radiant glow of contentment on her face, and the pure happiness that radiated from the smile on her lips, she was absolutely stunning.
Damn, he was the luckiest man alive, and to think this was just the beginning of their long and amazing future as a wedded couple. They had years to love each other, to build a family together, and to make their lives everything they dreamed it would ever be.