Indisputably Yours

18.

The next morning, I woke up with every part of my body aching deliciously and it wasn't hard to figure out why. In fact, the culprit was already up and planting soft open-mouthed kisses at the back of my neck as he held me tight against his hard chest like I was the most precious thing in the world.

We'd had sex last night, twice. Tristan wasn't particularly keen on going easy on me since I had deprived him of physical affection all day. He'd taken me hard, possessing me completely and desperately, devouring every part of my awareness and it'd felt good being utterly ravaged by him but the aftermath had me feeling like I was hit by a tour bus.

"Let's get married on New Year's Eve." He mumbled between lazy kisses.

I groaned and rubbed my eyes. "Good morning to you too."

"It'll be a great way to seal the deal and mark a new beginning." He continued, ignoring my sarcasm. He nipped my shoulder, his hands on my stomach sliding up to cup the underside of my breast. "There'll be lights, fireworks, It'll feel like the whole world is celebrating with us."

"What time is it?" I asked, feigning obliviousness to everything he'd just said even though the idea sounded pleasant.

"A little over eight," he squeezed my breast. "Now stop pretending not to hear and answer me, woman."

I chuckled a little and twisted my head to look at him. "New Year is a month a few weeks away. Even if we do decide to get married, a wedding takes more than a month to plan."

"We can make it work." He persisted. "I can make a few phone calls and have everything ready in a week. All you'll have to do is show up in a pretty white dress and say you do."

I wiggled around in his arms and turned fully to face him. His urgency was no doubt romantic but at the same time, it was a little unsettling. I narrowed my eyes at him. "Why are you in such a hurry to get married?"

"It's pretty obvious, baby." He slid his arm around my waist and pulled me closer. His growing warm length prodded my stomach, reminding me that we were still naked. "For the first time in my life, I'm finally sure of something I want and it's you." He kissed my temple. "I don't want to wait," he pressed a soft kiss to the corner of my mouth. "I want to be selfish with you, I want you all to myself."

I couldn't help but smile. "You already have me, Tristan," I told him, slinging a leg around his waist.

"I know but I want it to be official." He gave my ass a casual slap. "I want pictures of us in the newspapers and magazines, I want you wearing my ring so the whole world knows you're mine."

Butterflies bombarded my stomach. Burrowing further into his embrace, I threaded my fingers through his hair and said. "You're so romantic, you know that."

"It's my honesty, princess. I want to start my life over with you the right way."

I smiled. He was so cute he didn't even realize it. I tugged on his soft silky hair, wanting him closer to me. We were intertwined like vines on a stick but it still wasn't enough. "You do know that all the single women are going to come chasing me down the street with pitchforks for taking Manhattan's promising bachelor off the market, right?"

His body vibrated against mine with a raspy laugh so infectious, I found myself laughing softly too. "Doesn't matter," he cooed, drawing my bottom lip between his teeth. "They never stood a chance against you anyway."

I drawled. "Is that so?"

"Mm-hmm." He changed positions and rolled on top of me, crushing me with his magnificently delicious weight. "You're the fairest of them all, princess." He murmured, brushing my hair out of my face.