I was breathless. My heart was pounding a wonderful, excitable rhythm in my chest. I couldn’t believe he was proposing to me for real. It was beautiful and so unbelievably sweet. While I had never thought of it as a possible outcome for our dinner, I couldn’t have thought of a better one. It made me unbelievably happy to know we were on the same page. I had a feeling we were, but it was always good to put things into words to have that reassurance.

Still, while the gesture was beautiful and sweet, it was a little much. Not because it was overwhelming, but just not necessary. "I love that idea," I began in a breath, grabbing his cheeks. "I think we got it right the first time, though, don’t you think?" 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

I was thankful that Roman mirrored my smile. "That’s a fair point." He nibbled on his bottom lip as he looked me. His eyes widened with glee as he had an idea. "How about we take a trip then? A second honeymoon. You, me, and the Caribbean Sea. Celebrating this new beginning we’ve been going through with a lot of beach time, boats, and tropical cocktails."

How could it be one person made me grin as much as he did? It felt like my cheeks should have been aching from how consistently I was smiling when with him. Yet, I wasn’t. And I didn’t think the smile was going to go from my face any time soon. "I think that sounds perfect," I nodded. "We should plan for it."

"Forget a plan," Roman said. "When have we ever had a plan?" he teased. He stood and pulled me with him. Brushing the hair from my face, he kissed me sweetly. "I’ll call and get us the first flight out of here. Hopefully, we’ll leave sometime this weekend. I’ll get us a lovely spot at a resort."

"How romantic, you just sweeping me away like this," I purred.

He tugged me closer and deepened the kiss. I melted instantly. My arms looped around his neck. I loved him, and I loved that we were going to build together, grow together, and love one another all through it. While I had thought of him as my true husband for a while, it felt official now that we had that talk and would soon be going on a second honeymoon. One where we weren’t falling in love, but we were in love. I couldn’t wait.

My love for him was overflowing that I could barely stand it. I poured it into him to keep from getting too emotional. The sweet kiss was turning passionate, feverish, and needy. My hands slipped into his hair and tugged at his roots while his hands slid to my bottom and gave it a squeeze. With a snap, we were making out passionately.

"What about dinner?" I asked him in a heavy breath, a smirk on my face.

"Will make for fantastic leftovers," he replied with a chuckle.

Then, I was hoisted up, Roman wrapping my legs around his waist. I flexed my hips, pressing my pelvis against his pants. He leaned me against the table and let his hands explore my body. I was hot within moments, craving his touch, his body, his mouth. Sitting me on the edge of the table, he then read my mind and sank down to his knees. Hiking my dress up and tugging my panties off with a swift movement, I moaned as his lips touched me. He licked in small, tantalizing circles as he gently fingered me.

It was so hot to be doing that right there in the dining room. I moaned loudly, maybe a little more than what was natural to help wind him up. He groaned against me, licking faster, lapping me up in a nearly greedy fashion. I loved it.

I was lost in the sensations he was providing, I didn’t realize how loud I was being, or the fact I was squeezing his face with my thighs. As I came, he stood up, his finger still in me, and kissed me passionately. He let me finish against his hand before he picked me up again. Without a word, he carried me to the elevator. I was pressed against the wall before the door even closed. His mouth hung open as he grinded against me. Even if I had just finished, I was already weak and wanting more. I was in the mood to make love all night long. I wanted all of him forever.

We could barely get to our room before our clothes were coming off. He laid me on the bed and buried himself in my chest as he took his pants off. Roman squeezed my breasts roughly as he tailed kisses and licks across them. He bit down on my nipple as he rammed into me. Only, I wasn’t going to let him have all the fun. Locking my legs on both sides of him, I rolled us over and grinned down at him.

Sitting up all the way, I swiveled my hips in back and forth, circular, and short but jerky motions. I loved watching him watching me with his mouth hanging open. It did something to me I couldn’t quite explain. It was just good to see how much he lusted over me. It gave me all the reassurance I needed to know our connection was real and it had only ever been a silly, childish insecurity to think he would bore of me.

His hands gripped my hips and began bouncing me. In a swift motion, I took his wrists and pinned them above his head and moved in slow, drawn out motions. Roman was groaning and squirming. "You tease," he moaned.

"Want me to go ahead and finish the job?" I asked him, a bit smugly.

"Not even a bit," he managed to get out in response.

We made eye contact and kissed as I rode him at an agonizingly slow pace. It made it so intense. I don’t think I could have been any more aroused than I was in that moment. My body screamed at me to speed up, to get off, but I wanted to soak it in and cherish it. Soon, we were both moaning uncontrollably as I kept it up. His hands ripped away from my hands and squeezed my ass. I could tell he was resisting the urge to take control and f*ck me. It was a mind over matter thing at that point.

My movements grew rougher, though didn’t speed up. I could feel myself building toward another orgasm. It was unreal to feel it coming on so strongly yet gradually. His mouth conquered mine, his tongue roaming my mouth as he moaned and his hands roaming freely over my skin. Then, he bucked his hips sharply and I could feel him climaxing. That alone was enough to push me over the edge. I rode him through the waves of pleasure and gripped the blankets on the side of his head.

Finally, I collapsed on top of him. We were both panting, our hearts fluttering against one another as we laid there, chest to chest. Just as I started thinking of something to say, I felt his lips on my neck. I grinned and looked to him. "Again?" I asked.

He pulled back to look deeply into my eyes. "I can’t get enough of you. I want to be right here with you, feel you, taste you, until our bodies give out."

His husky voice caused another wave of shivers to travel through my body. Even thought the last round had taken so much out of me, I was suddenly set on fire with desire. I could go again, and again, so long as my body could go.

I took hold of his face, I kissed him with every ounce of adoration I had in me. When I pulled back, I looked him lovingly in the eyes. "I love you more than I ever thought it possible to love another person," I whispered to him. "You’re my best friend."

He rolled us over and stroked my cheek. "I love you too, best friend."

We smile at one another and fell into one another in the most intimate of ways again. And again. Every time I thought we couldn’t have gone another round, one of us stoked the fire of desire with kisses of touches. It wasn’t until the dead of night that we finally tuckered out and passed out, still holding onto one another. It wasn’t just about getting off, it was about being together. It was about the love we had for one another.

I dreamt of the Bahamas, of our future, of being in his arms forever. It was the first time in weeks that I hadn’t had nightmares about the Auction House, Roman getting shot, or anything in between. It really proved just how powerful love could be. It might not be a cure, but it certainly made life easier and worth living.