Come Away with Me

“I’m glad.” I smile shyly. “You’re still not naked.”

He raises an eyebrow. “Impatient?”

“I want my fiancé to make love to me,” I whisper and his eyes dilate.

“Say it again.” He whispers.

“Make love to me.” I whisper back.

“No, the other part.”

A small smile spreads across my lips. “My fiancé.”

“God, you said yes.” He swallows, his eyes round, and then he smiles, a heartbreaking, wide, joyous smile and I fall in love with him all over again.

I nod and glance down at my beautiful ring. I can’t wait to get a ring on his finger too.

“Did you think I’d say no?”

“No, I just…” he runs a hand through his hair. “I was just really nervous.”

I close the distance between us and kiss his lips softly. “You have no reason to be nervous with me. You’ve had my heart for quite some time. Now, my gorgeous fiancé, please take me to bed and make love to me.”

He sweeps me up in his arms and carries me to his bedroom, kissing me softly the whole way.

***

“Hey, beautiful, wake up.” Luke nibbles my earlobe and I turn sleepily to face him.

“You kept me up really late.” I murmur, not opening my eyes. I hear him chuckle.

“I’m sorry. But we have to get up and start getting brunch ready.” He kisses my cheek and then my nose.

My eyes flutter open and I palm his cheek in my left hand, and my ring catches the morning light. I smile brightly at him and he grins and kisses me softly.

“Let’s stay in bed all day and make love.”

“As good as that sounds,” he pulls back and rolls away. “Everyone will be here in about two hours, and we have stuff to do. Coffee’s on the night table for you. Go ahead and grab a shower and I’ll meet you in the kitchen.”

“I love you.”

He flashes a cocky grin at me. “I love you too. Get up. I’ll see you downstairs.”

He leaves the room and I sit in the bed for a minute and grin stupidly, gazing at my ring. I finally shake myself and grab my coffee, making a beeline for the shower.

***

“Okay, what can I do?” I ask as I stroll into the kitchen. Luke is at the stove, a white kitchen towel slung over his left shoulder. He’s wearing a white linen button down shirt with faded blue jeans and bare feet.

Yum.

“Here, cut up some fruit.” He pulls melons,

strawberries,

grapes

and

peaches out of the fridge and I grab a cutting board and sharp knife and get started with my task.

“So, Isaac mentioned last night that you took the guys out for lunch the other day.” I grab a cantaloupe and cut it in half, pull the seeds out and begin cutting it into wedges.

“He did?” Luke frowns slightly and mixes some pancake batter.

“Yeah, that’s all he would say, other than he likes you, as long as you mind your manners. I told him I prefer it when you don’t.” I smirk and begin pulling stems off the strawberries.

“I wanted to ask them all if it was okay if I asked you to marry me.”

I twirl at his words, my mouth gaping open. He shrugs and pours the batter on a griddle on the stove top.

“Why?”

“Because they’re your family. They love you and protect you and it’s tradition.” He takes a sip of coffee and eyes me speculatively.

Wow.

“What did they say?”

“I proposed, didn’t I?”

“What if they’d said no?”

He laughs and shakes his head. “I would have asked anyway.”

He flips the pancakes and I wander over to him with a strawberry, holding it up to this lips.

“Here.” He takes a bite and I slip the rest of it in my mouth. “Mmm, that’s good.”

I lick my thumb and he takes my wrist in his hand and licks my forefinger. “I love watching you eat.”

Desire flashes, fast and hot, through me.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

I wander back to the fruit and pluck a grape from the stem. When I turn around, Luke has taken the pancakes off the griddle and turned it off.

I do like the way he thinks.

I rub the grape across my lips, then pop it in my mouth and chew slowly.

“Want some?” I hold a grape out for him. He slowly closes the space between us, and takes the grape out of my fingers with his lips.

“I like this game,” he whispers and I grin. He lifts me up onto the counter so my feet are dangling, steps between my legs, and puts another strawberry against my lips. I grip it in my teeth, and then lean down so he can take a bite from my lips and kiss him at the same time.

He tastes of strawberries and Luke and I moan against his mouth.

“God, you’re so sexy.”

I pull my green shirt over my head and throw it on the floor, then my bra follows it. Grabbing another strawberry, I look in his eyes, bite my lip, and swirl the red fruit around my nipples, making them pucker. Luke’s quick intake of breath and tightening of his fingers on my ass tell me he likes the sight before him.

I pull the strawberry up my chest, against my skin, over my chin and push it into my mouth, enjoying the sweet juiciness of the fruit.

He doesn’t move, he just watches me, his hands gripping my jean-clad bottom, me naked from the waist up, and I set about seducing my sexy fiancé.

I push a chunk of cantaloupe in Luke’s mouth, and lean down and kiss him, sucking the juice into my own mouth.

“You’re making me crazy,” he whispers against my mouth.

“That’s the point,” I whisper back.

He suddenly lifts me, and I wrap my legs around him as he twirls and rushes over to the dining table. He sets me down on it and pulls my jeans over my hips as I raise them and down my legs, taking my underwear with them.

He pulls his shirt over his head, not bothering with the buttons and pushes his soft blue jeans down around his thighs.

“I can’t get enough of you.” He covers me with his torso, his hands in my hair and face buried in my neck, kissing and suckling my sensitive skin.

“I don’t want you to get enough of me.” I wrap my legs around his hips and he slides inside me, all the way to root of his cock and I clench around him.

He grips my right hand in his left one and pulls it above my head and begins to move, in and out of me, at a steady pace.

“It makes me so hard to watch you eat. Your sweet mouth is the sexiest aphrodisiac I’ve ever seen.” His lips find mine and I’m lost in his words, in his body moving so gracefully and surely above mine.