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Six Weeks Later
Dropping the suitcase by the door of his apartment, he followed Keira to the kitchen. She’d pulled open the fridge and retrieved two beers. She handed one to him, then twisted the cap off hers and took a long pull.
“That hard, huh?” Tyler laughed, right before he did the same to his.
“It’s been a long week. I found out I wasn’t in as good a shape as I’d thought. Some of those training runs nearly killed me.” Keira pushed a chair away from the table then let her butt drop down on it as if she didn’t have the energy to bend and sit.
“I remember my first day on the obstacle course. My heart pounded so hard I thought I was having a heart attack.”
“Oh, I can relate.”
Tyler watched her neck work as she swallowed another half of the beer in her bottle. “Do you think you’re going to like joining me at the Bureau?”
“I’m too tired to think, ask me after my first assignment.” Keira yawned, set her beer down, folded her arms onto the table and placed her head on them.
“Come on, Ms. Cavanaugh, Quantico has done you in, let’s get you to bed.”
Tyler pulled her chair away, dislodging her head. She gave a little groan, but didn’t protest when he pulled her up and into his arms. He followed the hall to his bedroom and gently laid her on the large bed.
*****
Brushing the hair from Keira’s forehead, Tyler leaned over and kissed her. She stirred and smiled, stretching her arms over her head. Tyler took advantage of the proximity of a small hard nipple, as her back arched.
Circling the nub with his tongue, then drawing it in to suckle, he felt himself harden. Little cat mewls were coming from deep in Keira’s chest. The vibration of them tickled his mouth as he played with first one breast and then the other.
“Oh, can I wake up to this for the rest of my life?” Her voice came out in a husky whisper.
“I aim to please.” Tyler rolled off the bed.
He’d been waiting for an opportunity to give Keira her surprise and this seemed like the best time. Pulling the top drawer to his bureau open he took out the jewelry box that had been there for two weeks.
With his hand behind his back he returned to the bed. When he kneeled, Keira sat up with a curious expression. The covers around her waist gave him an eye level view of her glorious breasts.
His mouth went dry.
He tried to swallow the lump in his throat.
“Tyler?”
Keira’s voice finally penetrated the fog and he realized he was kneeling in front of her staring at her breasts. Next, he’d be drooling. His chuckle changed the course of his thoughts. He was able to lift his gaze to her face.
“Keira Cavanaugh, will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?” He offered her the box and waited.
She flipped it open and gasped. He hoped that was a good sign, especially since now her eyes were filling with tears. Man, this was killing him. He put his hand on the bed and pulled himself up to sit beside her.
“Hey.” Tyler placed a finger under her chin and lifted until their eyes locked. “Are those happy tears?”
*****
Keira stared at the beautiful tear shaped diamond in the box. Her dreams were all coming true. Well, mostly, her career had taken a turn. But here she was sitting in front of the man she loved looking at the most wonderful surprise she’d ever had.
He wanted to marry her. She sighed, pulled the ring out, and offered the band and then her finger to him. Tingles ran up her arm as he held her hand steady to slide the diamond on her finger. Once the ring was in place, he brought her hand to his lips, turned it over and kissed the palm.
She gave a tug to free her hand then threw her arms around his neck. Her breasts sizzled as they nestled to his chest. Raining kisses all over his face, she couldn’t seem to catch her breath to give him his answer.
“Is this my answer?”
Somehow, he’d wiggled his hands up between their bodies. Placing a hand on either side of her face, he caught her mouth. First tracing her lips with his tongue, he coaxed them open and deepened the kiss.
Breathless, she slid down in the bed to allow him access to her body. He didn’t disappoint. She twisted her head as he traced a pattern of nibbles and kisses down the arch of her neck.
Her heart pounded so hard, she couldn’t breathe. Running her fingers into his hair she gave a tug and brought his mouth up to hers. Letting her knees fall open, and her hips nudging the hard erection at her belly, he got the hint and entered with a smooth glide.
“Yes,” She breathed in his ear right before the fireworks.