Epilogue

The sound of the front door sent Rowan scrambling. She stripped off her robe and smoothed her waves, hoping the man enjoyed his present. She slid on her stilettos and posed just like she practiced, keeping in mind every fantasy the man had ever shared with her.

“Happy Anniversary,” Connor said as he appeared in the doorway holding a gift bag and a single red rose. A slow grin appeared. “Whoa. Hot mamma.” He crossed the floor, leaning in to kiss her as one hand slid down to cup her sexy thong. “Have I told you how much I love you today?”

“Tell me again,” she whispered.

“I love you.”

Rowan sank against him, wrapping her tongue around his, thrilled by the warmth of his hand caressing her belly, slipping downward to cup her over the scrap of satin she’d purchased especially to celebrate an entire year of being with Connor. True to his word, he’d used his nine remaining days the previous summer to great effect, wooing her with a gentle sweetness that broke down every single barrier as quick as she built it.

With practiced ease, he unhooked her bra, sliding the straps aside. He cupped one of her full breasts, the brush of his thumb tightening her nipples into taught peaks.

Rowan played with the silky strands of his hair as he engulfed one breast, then the other, the flicking and sucking of her nipples sending streaks of desire through her belly.

When he dropped to his knees and slid her thong down her legs, she tipped her head back and supported herself against the dresser. The hotness of his breath against her navel made her moan, his light kisses creating a surge of wetness between her thighs. She pushed her hips toward his mouth, longing for his tongue lapping at her sensitive flesh.

“You smell amazing,” he muttered, using one finger to spread her wetness, circling her clit with agonizingly gentle strokes. “What’s your pleasure?”

Rowan twined her fingers though his hair, pulling him closer. “Your kisses everywhere. I want to feel you all over my body.”

He slid a finger inside her as he kissed her mound, parting her folds with his tongue.

“Suck me,” she whispered, her knees practically folding.

He peered up at her, the tip of his tongue flicking over her as he slid his fingers in and out, in and out, each movement hitting exactly the right spot inside her. “Mmmhmm.” He licked his lips, then covered her completely, sucking her sensitive nub of flesh.

“Connor.” Rowan clutched his hair, pleasure shooting through her. “Magic man.” She dragged him closer, her knees twitching. Yanking harder on his hair, she propped herself up, one hand in his hair the other clutching the corner of the dresser as she gasped for air. The man never failed to take her up another level, turning her into a hot, needy mess before he flipped her world upside down.

Connor kissed his way upward, busy freeing his cock with one hand as he lifted her onto the edge of the dresser.

Her chest heaved as he grasped his cock in one massive hand, rubbing the tip along her fold, the gentle pulse of his hips sending her a promise she knew he’d keep.

“Wrap your legs around me,” he said, his voice low and rough. His fingers skimmed over her hips then dug into her ass, timed perfectly with his hard thrust.

Rowan drew out her long, “Ahhhh,” gripping his waist with her thighs as he buried his cock inside her. She drew back enough so she could see both the rapture in his expression and the sexy way their bodies joined. “Yeah, Connor. Just like that.”

Watching this half-naked man, trousers around his ankles, so deeply concentrated on making her moan was a thing of beauty. Flutters tickled her belly, sensations washing through her as he pressed his face against her neck.

“I. Love. You.” His breath came in gasps, his hips flowing against hers, faster and faster. “Soon, soon,” he muttered. He crushed her lips with his, his tongue tangling with hers as he paused and withdrew.

Rowan whimpered, the loss of him sending her need to the next level.

Connor cupped her ass and lifted, moving them to the bed in three quick steps. He dropped her onto the bed and sank to his knees. Grasping her ankles, he dragged her to the edge of the mattress and looped her calves over his shoulders.

Rowan crammed her fist against her mouth, biting down to stifle the moan building in her throat. She writhed and plunged one hand into his hair, hauling him toward her.

He kissed her inner thighs, moving closer and closer, the heat of his breath sending her senses spiralling.

“Please, Connor, make me come.”

Connor buried his face between her legs, his sucking and licking sending her into spasms of delight.

She writhed against him as he stroked her inside and out. “More.” She gasped as the sensations built, moaning long and loud. Rowan gasped, circling her hips. “Finish me. Please, please.”

With a satisfied smirk, he covered her with his mouth, the exquisite sensation shaking her entire body. Connor groaned, relaying his pleasure as her pussy pulsed and gushed around his fingers and tongue.

She shuddered at the cool wash of air combined with hot hands grasping her hips. Warm breath tickled her navel, followed by warm kisses caressing her belly, his tongue now teasing her nipples, then grazing over her heated flesh.

Rowan watched from under heavy lids as he settled between her thighs. She slid her hand between them and stroked his cock, thrilled with his pleasured grunts.

Connor nipped her bottom lip as he rose up and buried himself deep inside her with a long, slow thrust. He paused to kiss her before rocking his hips against hers, taking up a steady rhythm. He looked down between them, a rapturous look appearing. “You always feel so damn good.”

Rowan dug her fingers into his back, the rub of their bodies creating a sheen of perspiration between their bellies.

Connor rocked harder and faster, his gasps and grunts building as she wrapped her legs around him, drawing him closer and clutching his ass. “Oh, fuck, yeah,” he muttered, their bodies slapping at a frenzied pace.

He gritted his teeth. “Can’t wait.”

“Ahhh!” Her toes curled, her pussy pulsing around his cock with an explosion of wetness accompanied by a satisfied groan from Connor.

His hips bucked hard, his supporting arm trembling as he pressed his face into her hair, panting heavily. “Amazing,” he murmured when he finally rolled to the side and pulled the sheet over their sweaty bodies. He blew out a stream of air, grinning as he twirled a lock of her damp hair around his fingertip. “Happy Anniversary.” Propping himself on an elbow, he placed a long, tender kiss on her lips. “Can you believe it’s been an entire year?”

“Barely,” she whispered. “It’s been amazing.” And it had been. From the day in the hospital when he’d held her hand, her love for him had grown, her feelings morphing from unbearable pain into the undeniable knowledge this man would be part of her forever.

“We should shower and dress, or we’ll be late for the rehearsal.”

“Coco and Grady will manage without us for five minutes. Besides,” she said with a soft smile, “you have another present to open.”

“Another one?” He grinned. “You mean, having a beautiful woman waiting half-naked in the bedroom wasn’t enough?”

“Well, you have another tiny present. The rest you’ll get later.” She reached for the box she’d placed on the bedside table only moments before he’d arrived home.

“And mine you’ll get after the wedding when we go away for the weekend.”

“Open it.”

Connor propped himself up on the pillow, grinning as he tugged on the ribbon. “Is it a new car?”

“Ha, no. Might be time for one, though.” She held her breath as he lifted the top.

He peered into the flat box, his brows drawing together as he lifted the white stick. “Oh. Holy shit.” His eyes widened. “Seriously? Are you?”

Rowan nodded. “Ready for the next great adventure?”

He closed his eyes, sucking for air. “Oh, Ro, this is amazing news.” When he looked at her, she noted the shimmer in his amber eyes, his grin a reflection of the joy they shared as a couple. “I love you.”

She blinked away the happy tears as Connor wrapped her in his arms and kissed her, deep and slow.

Fighting tears turned into a losing battle when he slid down, pressing his lips to her belly, pressing flattened palms against it. “I love you, baby. I can’t wait to meet you.”

This was everything she’d hoped for; a beautiful man, a beautiful home, and soon, a beautiful son or daughter to complete their joy.