Soon enough he was going to take her back inside and make love to her until they both passed out. But he desperately needed to do something else first.
“You feel like some champagne?” Damn, did he sound weird?
“You don’t need to ask twice.” Despite the chill in the air, she had on a sexy red wraparound sweater that cut low, showing off all sorts of cleavage he wanted to bury his face against.
Before popping the cork, he dipped his head down and brushed his mouth over hers even as he gently cupped one of her breasts through her sweater. He loved being able to touch her, kiss her, anytime he wanted. And he really loved when she initiated things. They’d been living together a month and a half, and about half of those mornings he woke up with her naked and on top of him.
Very soon he hoped to be naked again.
He’d gone back and forth all day, questioning himself on whether this was too soon, but he knew in his heart that Grace was it for him. And the last month and a half had been incredible. He felt like he’d been waiting for her his entire life.
She plucked the champagne bottle from his hand. “I’ll open this. Last time you almost took out a window with the cork.”
After she popped it open, he took over and started pouring glasses for them, then held one out to her. “To us.”
She clinked glasses with him, a soft, happy smile on her face. God, he loved her. “To us.”
Before he could second-guess himself, he went down on one knee.
She blinked at him, her dark hair tumbling around her face. Staring, she set her glass on the table as he pulled out a jewelry box. He popped it open but before he could say another word, she shouted, “Yes!”
Just like that, all the stupid tension inside him drained away. He fought back a laugh. “I want it official. Yes, you will marry me?”
She cupped his cheeks with her soft hands and bent her head to kiss him all over as she laughed. “Yes, yes, yes.”
More than satisfied, he slid the ring on her finger as he stood, then scooped her up into his arms. She let out a little yelp as he said, “Upstairs, or out here?”
“Upstairs for sure. I don’t want to give our neighbors a show.”
Grinning, he kissed her mouth hard as he hurried back inside. Hell, who cared about champagne? He had his future wife in his arms and she was everything.
He was going to spend the next couple hours bringing her all the pleasure she deserved, marking the start of the rest of their lives together.