Page 34 of Velvet Sin (Elite Men of Los Angeles #5)

I could still hear them, all of them laughing, drinking, eating, and splashing in the pool, enjoying themselves while Dante spread my thighs wider and stroked my lips through my panties.

“Mine,” he panted out between kisses, burying his hand in my hair and holding my head still.

Staring into my eyes as he took me closer to absolute pleasure with every stroke of his fingers, now pressing hard against the lace covering my pussy.

“So beautiful. Perfect. Perfect for me.”

That was all I wanted to be, especially when it meant this. The sense of being where I belonged, with whom I belonged and always had.

“You know, this is still kind of hot.” Like he needed to tell me, bunching my dress around my hips, pulling down my G-string.

His fingers were cool against my overheated skin, so wet, so aching.

I sucked in a gasp when he slid along my slit, teasing me and delving deeper.

“A little kinky. What happens if we’re discovered? ”

He was joking, but he had a point. It was the forbidden aspect.

That was what he represented for me and so much more.

Everything, really. “Then you better make me come so we can finish before they find us…” I whispered, humping his hand, chasing the orgasm just over the horizon. “So close. Make me come for you…”

He thrust his tongue against mine in time with his digits entering me, finding my G-spot and teasing it while his thumb strummed my clit. Working my body like a maestro with his instrument, taking me beyond what I thought possible. Making my body sing.

I wasn’t singing. I was straining, moaning, fighting to hold back the screams building in my throat. “Give it to me,” he grunted out in my ear while he pumped in and out.

I had no choice but to fall apart around him, shaking and whimpering. “You are evil,” I panted out between gasps for air. At the same time, I reached between us and stroked his erection through his jeans. “And like concrete,” I added.

His throaty groan urged me on. “What do you want to do with this?” I asked, upping the pressure until he groaned through gritted teeth. “Do you want to slide this inside me? Is that what you want?”

“Yes,” he grunted out, moving his hips to work against my palm. “You know I do.”

I lowered his zipper, smiling to myself when he sighed like a man in heaven.

I reached into the waistband of his boxer briefs and pulled him free.

It didn’t matter how many times I touched him like this.

I would never get over the fresh heat that exploded in my core, especially when his knees buckled a little, completely under my power.

The thought was enough to make my pulse pick up speed again before I took him and directed him to where I was still so hot and wet.

It was times like this that I was glad we didn’t use condoms anymore now that we were committed.

The spontaneity added another layer of excitement to what already made my heart pound and my body tingle.

I felt every inch of him sliding inside me, and there was nothing like watching sheer pleasure washing over his face as he felt me without anything between us.

“Oh God…” I whimpered, almost afraid to breathe, afraid to move, afraid I would explode and there wouldn’t be any staying quiet. All I could do was press my mouth to his neck, almost sobbing out my pleasure as he took me hard and fast.

“Tight… so tight…” he breathed out in my ear. “Fuck, I love you.”

“I love you,” I mumbled against his skin, my arms tight around his shoulders, my legs around his waist. I could feel his heart hammering in his chest and heard his grunts every time our bodies crashed together.

“You’re so tight, baby I… can’t… hold… it…” he warned, pressing his hands into my hips until I hissed in pain and pleasure.

Yes, yes was a mantra in my head, working for it without thinking. Only feeling, fueled by some deep, primal need for release. The kind I had only ever found in his arms while he was inside me.

He drove himself home one last time and shuddered against me while I clung to him with tears springing to my eyes. It was joy, satisfaction, the sense of everything being perfect. Exactly the way it was meant to be.

Or so I thought. As it turned out, life could get even better.

“Marry me.”

Okay. I was hearing things. A soft laugh escaped me before I pressed a kiss against his jaw and finally let him go. We were both flushed and disheveled, meaning we had to clean up so we could go back out there.

When I tried to hop down from the counter, though, he caged me in place with an arm to either side of me. “Is that any way to answer?” he asked with a smirk. “I ask a woman to marry me, and she ignores it?”

“Wait.” Was he kidding? It didn’t look like it, but then sometimes I couldn’t tell. “You meant that?”

“Nah.” He rolled his eyes. “It’s just something I like to say.”

“But…” My heart was too full. The buzzing in my head was too loud. I was imagining this, right? “I mean, we never… I didn’t think you…”

“Eleanor,” he whispered, his forehead resting against mine as he let out a soft sigh, his breath warm against my skin.

“There’s nothing in this world I’ve ever wanted more.

Watching all those men out there with their wives and fiancées…

it made me realize something. I love you, and I know you love me.

You’re the only woman I’ve ever imagined spending my life with.

There’s no one else I’d ever dream of marrying but you.

It’s always been you, only you. I want you to marry me.

I want to spend forever as your husband. ”

Before I could say a word, he reached into his back pocket, wearing a sheepish grin.

“I’ve been carrying this around since this morning.

I wanted to find the perfect time to ask, but I realize now what I want more than anything is to go out there and reintroduce you to everyone as my fiancée.

I could take you to the top of the Eiffel Tower if you want,” he suggested.

“I can make just as grand a gesture as you’ve ever dreamed of.

But for right now, you would make me the happiest man on earth if you would ease my mind by putting this ring on your finger so I don’t have to obsess over it anymore. ”

Laughing through my tears, I looked down at the princess-cut sapphire flanked by a pair of diamonds. “The same color as your eyes,” he whispered, sliding the band over my ring finger. A perfect fit. “Does this mean you’ll marry me?”

“You always did have a way with words,” I whispered, admiring the ring but not nearly as much as the man who put it on my finger. It was sweet, thinking of him worrying about it while I was completely unaware.

“Will you marry me, Lenny?” he whispered.

It was the simplest decision in the world. “Yes. Yes, I will! I would marry you tomorrow in one of those cheesy wedding chapels on the strip if you wanted. So long as you’re mine.”

Chuckling, he looked around us. “I’ve already done the proposal in the butler’s pantry. You deserve the full wedding experience.”

Who was I to argue with that? “Come on. I can’t wait to tell everybody I’m going to be your wife.” I was trembling with excitement at the promise of our future together by the time my feet touched the floor. Not that I felt it. I might as well have been in the clouds.

It had taken us a long time to find the road to each other. Now that we were on it, I could hardly wait to see where it would lead.