Page 70 of Unbreakable Bonds (The Boston Romance #2)

"In the past, you and I communicated our feelings by sharing songs, so I selected a special one for you. Want to hear?"

"Of course," I breathe.

With a smile that steals my heart all over again, he returns to the Bosendorfer. His fingers settle on the keys, ocean-blue eyes locking with mine. "This one is for you."

I watch in awe as he creates pure magic without even glancing at the keys.

Then he starts singing "I Am Yours" by Andy Grammer, playing from memory, and my heart nearly bursts.

I've never felt so cherished, so special in my entire life.

When the last note fades, I launch myself at him, wrapping my arms around his waist and gazing up.

"You, Cole Walker, are by far the sexiest and most romantic man on this planet."

His outrageous smile makes my heart skip as he takes both my hands in his. Those beautiful eyes seem to glow brighter with every blink.

"The moment my attention fell on a red goddess dancing in high heels in Six-Pack, her beauty mesmerized me.

But I never could have guessed she would change my world forever.

" His thumbs trace patterns on my palms. "You taught me what the verb to love truly means.

You're more than a woman with a sassy mouth and dazzling features.

The way you looked past my prickly exterior and helped me bond with Samantha made me realize how special you are.

Your gentle tenderness combined with your no-bullshit attitude awakened me. "

Goosebumps race across my skin as he places soft kisses on my knuckles, maintaining that soul-deep eye contact.

"You're an incredible woman, Alex, and I'm at a loss for words to describe the depth of my feelings for you. The thought of losing you, or not having you in my life every day, is unthinkable. I want the entire world to know that you're mine and that we belong together."

He releases one of my hands, reaching into his jacket pocket. My breath catches as he drops to one knee, presenting a stunning ring.

"Alisha Alexandra McQueen, will you marry me? Will you be my wife?"

I blink rapidly, heart thundering. "You want to marry me?"

He rises, cupping my chin and gazing into my eyes with such intensity it steals my breath.

"Absofuckinglutely. Is that a yes?"

I snake my arm around his neck, drawing his face to mine. "Yes, I want to marry you." Our mouths collide, and my fingers slide into his hair as his tongue meets mine. We both moan as that familiar fire ignites between us.

"How long have you been planning this?" I ask against his lips.

"From the minute you woke up in the hospital." He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear. "You're it for me, Alex." Taking my hand, he slides the ring onto my finger. "The beauty of it reminds me of you."

I stare at the two-tone gold ring with its cascade of natural diamonds leading to the brilliant red ruby on top.

"Holy fuck, it's..."

Words failing, I grab his face and press our foreheads together.

"I love you. I never thought I'd find a man who could tame me."

"You don't need taming. You're perfect as you are, Alex."

I smile wickedly. "You sure know the way to this woman's heart. And for that, I think it's time for me to present you with my gift." I step back and untie my jacket.

His eyes bulge as I let it fall. Check. A hint of drool appears at the corner of his mouth. Check. My gaze drops to his pants – rock hard. Check. I shed the coat completely, swaying my hips as I run my palms over the red lingerie.

"Four weeks are up, and I have needs, Cole. Now, I can fix the problem myself, but you told me you would satisfy all my needs." I slip a hand between my legs, touching myself through the damp material.

He moves like lightning, replacing my hand with his. "Mine."

His fingers trail over my collarbone to the straps, following them down to where they meet the bustier. "This is better than the wet dreams I've been having these past four weeks. And I had many."

"Good to know I'm not the only one with needs."

"This is the best present I've ever unwrapped.

" He pulls the lace ribbon, letting the lingerie fall away.

His hands cup my naked breasts. "Damn. You're the dazzling completeness of beauty.

" When his fingers brush my hard peaks, my head falls back.

He attacks my right nipple with his tongue, and I nearly combust.

"Are you ready, my future Mrs. Walker?"

"Yes. I want you."

He lifts me, setting me on the smooth surface of the Bosendorfer. "Get ready, love, because I'm going to show you how a real man satisfies his future wife."

A shiver runs through me as he spreads my legs and stands in between them while inspecting me with unnerving thoroughness. "I'm one lucky bastard." The tip of his fingers traces a line from my ankles until he's inches from my burning center.

"Beautiful." My lips part as he grazes his thumb over the red fabric. "And drenched," he says with a bold grin.

I whimper when he strokes firmer over my swollen folds. Impatient, I open the two little clasps that hold the textile in place. His smirk widens when it falls away and reveals my pussy.

"This outfit is a winner, baby."

I grab his hand and place it on my burning core. "Touch me."

He stares at his hand, and when I glance down, I suck in a breath. My god, the sight of him brushing over my center is erotic. His index and middle finger trace the outline of my sex. "Like this?"

"Hmm..."

The touch stops, and he leans in to press his lips on the sensitive spot below my ear. "No, Alex! You know how it works. I want words."

"Please, I need you inside of me."

My mouth falls agape as he drives two fingers into my cunt.

My core muscles contract at the sweet invasion. "Like this?"

"Yes."

His teeth sink into my earlobe. "You and your pussy are mine, Alex."

My brain and body fires up at his possessive, but warm tone of voice. Fireworks ignite between us when our tongues meet and dance a dynamic battle. The delicious pace he's got going on drives me wild and wanting more. I break the kiss and bend to unzip his pants. "Need this inside of me."

He slides his fingers out of me and growls. "It's impossible to take it easy with you."

I look up at him. "Reminder. I'm not a porcelain doll, and I don't want slow, Walker. My body has healed. So, fuck me."

Cole lifts me off the Bosendorfer and carries me towards the bedroom. I giggle when he throws me onto the dark bed covers.

"You asked for it."

I push myself up on my forearms and stare memorized at his sexy stripping act.

Bulky muscles appear as he unbuttons his shirt, and by the time he's standing butt naked before me, the energy is sizzling with an amorous hunger for one another.

He triples my state of arousal by working his thick erection with long, easy strokes.

I shamelessly feast my eyes on this sensual spectacle and purr as my inner vixen comes out. Two can play this game.

Cole's eyes are burning seas when I caress my wet folds. Without breaking our steamy contact, I insert a finger inside of me, which extracts a throaty sigh from my body.

"Dammit," he growls. I bite my lips to hide my smirk when he strides over to me.

And the winner is Alisha. He grabs my feet and touches my heels.

"These are sexy, babe, and next time we'll leave them on.

" He throws them to the side before lifting my right leg and placing ticklish kisses on the inside of my ankle.

"Tell me, how do you want me to fuck you? "

I pull my leg free and bring myself onto my hands and knees. When I glance over my shoulder, his eyes are turbulent. "Like this, Mr. Walker." I jiggle my ass and hum loud with pleasure when both his hands smack my cheeks.

"One day, you'll be the death of me. But it will be the best way to go."

My back curves when he trails his left palm from the base of my neck down my spinal cord, and when he reaches the end of my spine, I push my behind against his member.

"Oh, my future wife is needy."

I lift my hand and show him the ring. "If you want me to become Mrs. Walker, give me what I—"

The words die in my throat as he thrusts inside me. My fingers twist into the silk sheets, bunching the fabric between my knuckles until they turn white. My neck arches back, hair cascading down my spine. "God. Yes."

"My paradise," he breathes against my skin, his hips rolling in a hypnotic rhythm that makes my toes curl. "Jesus, I missed this."

I sink down onto my forearms, and his grip tightens on my hips, fingertips pressing crescents into my flesh. The new angle draws him deeper, pulling a low, desperate moan from my chest.

"Damn, baby. Your body is a work of art."

Two sharp slaps land on my rear, the sting spreading across my skin like wildfire. My breath catches, pleasure coiling tight in my core as I teeter on the precipice of release.

A guttural sound rumbles from his throat as my muscles flutter around him.

His muscled arm snakes around my chest, hauling me upright until my shoulder blades press flush against his sweat-slicked torso.

His ragged breaths sear my neck, setting every nerve ending on fire.

My fingers tangle in his damp hair, tugging gently

"C-Cole!"

"You're mine," he rasps against my skin, over and over.

His calloused fingers slide down, finding that sensitive bundle of nerves.

He circles it with practiced precision while his hips snap forward relentlessly.

Lightning sparks through my body, every nerve ending blazing white-hot.

His name tears from my throat as pleasure detonates within me, my vision blurring at the edges.

Ecstasy pulses through my bloodstream, my mind spinning into sweet nothingness.

"That's it, Alex. Ride it out." He stills, his arms like steel bands around me until the tremors subside. I twist my head, meeting those piercing blue eyes that rake over my face. "Damn, that was hot to watch."