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35. Carina

CHAPTER 35

Carina

ONE DAY UNTIL RYAN'S BIRTHDAY

R yan opens the door and steps to the side so I can enter. The entire living room is covered in candles and flowers as if we were in a magazine spread with romantic settings.

"You did all of this yourself?" I ask.

"I did, but with a little help. Lydia told me peonies are your favorite flower, and Odessa told me you're a sucker for candles."

"You called them?"

"I did."

"But why?"

He lowers onto one knee and takes my hand as he looks up into my eyes.

"To get their blessing. Carina, from the moment I saw you, you set my heart on fire. You are the spark."

A lump forms in my throat and tears begin to fall onto my cheeks. He stands and wipes away my tears.

"I'm sorry," he said. "Is this too much? Too soon? I don't want to rush anything, but I don't want to spend another day without knowing you're mine."

"It's not that," I say. "It's just that I thought you didn't want to marry me. I know you need to get married, or you'll lose your inheritance. I thought for sure you would have proposed by now. Or at least spoken about it."

He lets out a slow breath. "I don't care about the inheritance. I don't care about the money. All I care about is having you in my life. I didn't want you to think those other things mattered more, so I waited. I'm sorry my inaction made you feel like that."

"Shhh, forget about it. Get back down on your knee," I say as I point to the floor.

I clasp my hands together in excitement as he laughs and lowers himself down on one knee, my hand back in his. His eyes locked onto mine. I'm waiting for him to ask me to marry him, but instead, he's silent.

"What's wrong?" I ask. "Did you change your mind?"

"No," he laughs softly. "I had a whole speech memorized, and now I can't remember where I left off."

"That's sweet, but you can tell me the speech another time. Just ask me."

"Just ask you?"

"Yes, just ask me the question," I say.

One corner of his mouth jerks up, and his eyes twinkle.

"Okay, if that's what you want," he says. "I'll just ask."

"Yes, ask me."

I'm so excited I'm ready to burst out of my skin.

"What do you want for dinner?" he asks.

"What?!"

He bursts out laughing, and I smack his shoulder playfully.

"Fine, forget about it," I say.

I turn to go, and he grabs my hand and pulls me close. His lips are inches from mine. My breath catches in my throat.

"Marry me," he says, "and I'll spend the rest of my life making you happy."

"That's not a question."

"Does it need to be?" he asks.

"No, it doesn't." I wrap my arms around his neck, and he lifts me as I wrap my legs around his waist. "Your bedroom now. Go!"

He laughs, hearing me order him around, and carries me into his bedroom before we fall onto his king-size bed. I push open his shirt, and he quickly removes his jacket and shirt.

Finally sliding my hands over his chiseled torso, I let my fingers trace each muscle of his abs before I unbuckle his belt and open his pants. I want to touch him so badly! He steps out of his pants, and I reach for the bulge in his charcoal grey boxer shorts, but he steps back.

"No, I get what I want first, remember?"

The simple sound of his voice gets me even more excited. He runs his hand over my hair, holds the back of my head, and kisses me. First, his lips linger on mine, then they push my lips open as his tongue slides against mine.

I run my hands over his beard and through his shaggy hair before they continue down to his shoulders and arms, enjoying the firm feel of his muscles under my fingertips. His lips leave mine as he kisses my chin, then the soft spot at the front of my neck where my collarbone is.

His hands travel roughly over my dress, squeezing my heavy breasts together as he kisses my cleavage. He sits up and gazes at me for a moment before getting off the bed. Taking my foot, he slips off my sandals and then kisses my instep. I giggle uncontrollably.

"Stop! That tickles!"

He laughs, then kisses my ankle and my shin as his hands slide up my legs and under the dress. When his hands reach my panties, he curls his fingers around the silky material at my hips and yanks them down and off me. He has me so turned on that I know my panties are wet.

His lips work their way up my leg, and once he reaches my thighs, he pushes them apart and I am suddenly aware of how bare I was underneath my dress without my panties, and it turns me on even more.

As he slides the dress up further, his lips cover the soft, sensitive skin of my inner thighs. His hand slides across my tummy, making my breaths come even faster. He nips at the uppermost part of my thigh, and I jump, then he slowly sucks the spot, making the sensation even more intense.

His lips inch up further, and as I resign myself to the torture of anticipation, he slides his tongue between my lower lips and over my clit. Instinctively, my fingers run through his hair. Using the flat part of his tongue, he teases me with long, slow licks, followed by flicks with the tip of his tongue.

Clutching the pillow my head rested on, I moan and spread my legs further. No longer am I self-conscious of my size; my only thought is the things this sexy man is doing to me and how I want more.

He twirls his tongue in small circles as my hips slowly rock. The pressure is building quickly inside of me, and a tingling sensation travels up my spine. The pulsing between my legs turns into a throb. I want more than just his tongue and couldn't believe the thought even entered my head.

He slipped a finger around the outside of my entrance before sliding it inside of me. I can't take it much longer, and somehow he knows.

As I let out another moan, his tongue works its magical circles over my clit, and his finger moves quicker as it thrusts into me. He presses his lips around my swollen clit and sucks as I arch my back just a bit, and the tingling reaches my neck. The pressure within me releases and I cry out.

Drawing in a quick breath, I squeeze the pillow tight between my hands as my orgasm overtakes me. I writhe while he continues rubbing my clit with his tongue until I'm exhausted. I try catching my breath as he moves up beside me.

I reach for his face and kiss him deeply as he wraps his arms around me. Slowly, I move my hand down over his tight body to his underwear. I easily slip my hand into the elastic waistband and over his large member, but I'm stopped by his hand over mine.

"You have no idea how much I want to make love to you, but we can't," he whispers into my ear.

"Why not?"

"Because I want to explore every inch of your body. I don't want to be rushed. I want to take my time and for us both to enjoy every second of it."

He kisses me, and I sigh as I lay my head down on his chest. He kisses the top of my head and squeezes me tight against him, reminding me of the contrast between his muscular body and my soft one. Through the cracks of the window shades, the sun begins to rise.

"Happy birthday, my love," I whisper.

"Carina," he says. "Carina, wake up."

I rub my eyes and blink, looking around, confused for a minute as to where I am.

"Why? Is something wrong? Did my grandmother call? Is she alright?"

My heart sank, imagining the worst for my grandmother all because I wanted to spend the night out of our apartment.

"Everything's fine. Relax." He slides his hand behind my head and pulls me closer so he can kiss my forehead. "It's just that it's getting late, and I forgot something last night."

He gets up, and I admire his naked body as he crosses his bedroom and heads out into the living room. He returns in just a few minutes with a bouquet of flowers he's holding over his cock.

"That's a good look you've got there. You should dress like that more often," I say.

"I thought you'd like it," he says as he sits on the edge of my side of the bed.

He holds the bouquet of peonies towards me, and I shimmy to sit up on the bed, my back against the tufted headboard.

"You forgot to give me flowers?" I ask. "It's your birthday, not mine. That really could've waited.

"No, it couldn't."

He pushes the flowers towards me, and I take them by the ribbon-wrapped handle. Something heavy hits my hand.

I lift the bouquet up, looking for what could've hit me, but I don't see anything.

Ryan sighs.

"What? Are you expecting me to be smart this early in the morning?" I ask.

The object hits my hand again, but this time I trace it with my other hand until I fish it out of the bouquet. In my hand is a sparkling pear-shaped diamond solitaire.

Ryan reaches over and takes the bouquet and the ring. He unties the ring and then holds it between two fingers as he lifts my hand.

"I forgot this part last night," he says. "It was my mother's."

"Oh it's beautiful," I say as he slips it onto my ring finger.

The diamond reflects the rising sun that's slipping through the blinds, making prisms on the walls.

Ryan leans forward and kisses me, his lips growing more insistent until he backs away. I shove the flowers onto the floor and pull him back into the kiss.

He pulls away again.

"Carina, the time."

I glance at the clock. It's 10am. We have to be to the trustees in an hour.

"I can get ready quickly," I say.

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