His thick tongue taking no prisoners as it cleans me up. I’ve only just come for him, but I can feel it building again.
Fuck.
How is this man so hot?
He smiles darkly. His lips glisten with my arousal, and my heart free-falls from my chest.
I think we might be hitting 100 percent tonight.
Chapter 24
CHRISTOPHER
I lie on my side and watch Hayden sleep; her chest rises and falls, and her lashes flutter as she breathes.
I’ve never seen such a beautiful creature, so peaceful and serene.
I smile softly. It’s like I’m in the presence of greatness, constantly awed by perfection.
I am so in love with this woman.
Last night when I was watching her with my family, I had this defining moment where suddenly, I knew.
I can’t imagine a life without her, nor would I want to.
And it all became crystal clear: I want to marry Hayden Whitmore . . .
I’m going to look for an engagement ring once we get to London, and I want to try to plan the perfect proposal.
I want to really wow her.
How?
Maybe I could . . . my mind begins to wander over the possibilities. Where would we get married? I imagine her walking down the aisle toward me in her white wedding dress, and excitement fills me.
Who even am I?
Her eyes flutter open, and she sees me watching her and smiles softly. “Good morning, Miss Whitmore.” I pull her into a hug and feel her smile against my chest. She kisses my skin as I hold her close.
We lie in comfortable silence for a while. “Why are you awake?” she asks in her husky, sleepy voice.
“Just planning our day.”
“Hmm . . . what are we doing?”
“Well . . .” I kiss her temple. “I thought we could go to your parents’ a couple of days earlier than planned.”
She pulls back to look at me. “Really?”
“Uh-huh. We could go today so that you can have more time with them before we go to London.”
“But what about your family?” She frowns.
“Meh.” I shrug. “I’ll see them through work all the time. They’ll live without me. We’ll leave after breakfast if you like.”
“Oh my god.” She smiles in excitement. “Okay.” She jumps up and runs for the bathroom and then runs back and kisses me. “I love you.”
I smile broadly as I watch her run into the bathroom once more.
An hour later
We walk through the underground parking lot as Hayden looks around at the surroundings. I hit the button, and my garage doors begin to slowly rise. “This is it.”
She frowns as she looks in. “This is your car?”
“Uh-huh.” I smile proudly. She’s low and black and purrs like a kitten.
“What kind of car is that?”
“A McLaren.”
She twists her lips, unimpressed. “Do you have anything less wankerish?”
“This car is not wankerish.” I gasp, horrified. Actually, she may have a point. “I do need to wank after driving her because it makes me fucking hard.”
“Christopher.” She frowns as she stares at it. “We can’t take this to the farm to meet my parents.”