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  “Oh!” she said. “Yes! Yes, I will marry you.” Instead of letting him put the ring on her finger, she jumped forward and threw her arms around him.

  Thanks to his quick dragon shifter reflexes, he caught her and lifted her while he stood up, still holding onto the ring box. He wrapped one arm around her and kissed her on the forehead.

  “Let me put this ring on you,” he said.

  “Oh! I want to see it.” She held her left hand out, and he slipped the ring onto her finger.

  She drew her hand toward her face. “I love it,” she said in a whispered tone. “It looks like my grandmother’s ring, instead of the popular, sterling silver solitaire style of ring you see now.” She whipped her head around to glance up at him. “Did you look up Romanian rings?”

  “Of course I did,” he said.

  She sniffed. “I can’t believe you.” She held up her hand again. “Are the engravings Celtic knots?”

  “Yes,” he said.

  “Thank you. You thought of every detail. It feels real.”

  Her comment was like a knife to the gut. It was real, to him. He might not be in love with her yet, but he had developed strong feelings, and so had his dragon. He wanted her to be his, and being reminded of their farce fucking sucked.

  “We should kiss,” she said.

  He nodded. He framed her face with his hands and kissed her mouth. Instantly, the scent of her filled his nose, and he was rock hard. He stepped back. He would erupt in his pants right here in front of the people of Cedar Lake if he didn’t stop.

  “Let’s go home,” he said.

  As they walked toward his car, the people flooded out of the restaurant, cheering and clapping. They even got a few wolf whistles, and a loud, “Way to go, Quinn!”

  On a whim, Quinn scooped her into his arms in a bridal carry, just like he’d done the day she’d broken her arm, and carried her from the edge of the lake to the parking lot, which garnered even louder cheers from the people watching.

  On the drive home, he gripped the steering wheel tight. Inside, his dragon pushed at him, insisting that Quinn claim his woman.

  Settle down. You don’t understand.

  His dragon rumbled unhappily but backed off.

  After he got Juliana inside his house, he checked the perimeter. It was clear. When he came back inside, she was in the kitchen, taking her shoes off.

  “Do you feel any different?” she asked.

  “Yes.” He did feel differently. She was his fiance now, and his dragon wasn’t doing a good job making the distinction between real and fake. He lifted her left hand again and ran his finger over her ring. The band looked good on her finger.

  He looked down at her. She was very close. He tipped her chin up and kissed her again. “I want you,” he said. “Tell me to back off.”

  “I can’t,” she said.

  He lifted her up, sitting her on the countertop. He could keep her close, and it would keep him from lying her down on the bed and crawling on top of her. He didn’t want to scare her off again, not before they even got started kissing.

  His lips covered hers. Her mouth was sweet, and she still tasted like the key lime pie they’d eaten for dessert.

  She scooted to the edge, parting her legs so that he stood between them. As they kissed, her breasts pressed up against his chest. He slid his hand under the back of her shirt, and he skimmed the palm of his hand over her lower back. Her skin was warm, and he moved his hand higher, to the top of her back, until his hand was rubbing over the back of her bra.

  She made a little noise. It wasn’t quite a moan, but it was close.

  He kissed her neck. “I want your shirt off. Do you want that?” he asked her.

  She nodded. “Yes,” she said in a quiet whisper.

  His cock throbbed.

  He unbuttoned the top button on her shirt, exposing her chest to him a little more. He bent forward and ran his lips over her collarbone, first one side and then the other. She shivered, and her thighs gripped his waist. He moved to the next button and popped it open. Now he could see her bra. It was white and lacy. As he kissed the space between her breasts, she bucked her hips, which pressed against his rock hard cock.

  “Juliana,” he moaned.

  He popped the rest of the buttons and slid the shirt off of her shoulders, revealing her bra, her chest, and her flat stomach.

  “You are beautiful,” he said.

  He brought his hands up, cupping her breasts over the lacy fabric. Her breasts were perfectly round and fit right into the palms of his hands. He kissed her neck again, then moved his hands to her back and unclasped her bra.

  The garment fell away, and he caught it, placing it on the countertop next to her. Now she sat in front of him, bare from the waist up. Her long dark hair fell perfectly over her chest, so he gathered it in his hand and brushed it behind her back.

  He lowered his mouth to cover her breast. As his mouth closed over her nipple, she grabbed his hair. “Quinn,” she breathed. “Oh, God.”

  “Good?” he asked.

  “Don’t stop.”

  He put his hand on her other nipple and squeezed while he licked and sucked at her breast. She thrashed, letting her head fall back against the cabinets with a thunk. He switched breasts, moving over to mouth at the other one.

  Inside his pants, his cock was close to erupting.

  Without warning, Juliana slid off the countertop and stood on the floor in front of him with her bare chest pressed against his and her bare stomach pressed against the front of his jeans. He groaned, not trying to conceal his arousal, and he knew she had to feel the bulge of his cock through his pants.

  She wrapped her arms around his neck, and he kissed her again. She tilted her head, letting him hold her and lick into her sweet mouth. After long minutes of kissing her, he moved his hands to the waistband of her capri pants. He popped that button open, too, and Juliana didn’t stop him. He pushed the zipper down and slipped her pants down over her hips. His eyes drank in the sight of her, naked except for her panties. Her panties were also white and lacy, matching her bra.

  He had to push his hand against his cock to keep from coming, just from looking at her.

  “Juliana,” he said.

  He let his hand run over her bottom, caressing the lacy fabric. He brought his left hand up to support the back of her head and plundered her mouth. With his right hand, he let go of her round bottom and pressed his palm flat against her stomach.

  Under his touch, her stomach rippled. He dipped his fingers into the front of her panties. Between her legs, her skin was smooth and hairless. She’d obviously waxed. As his fingers brushed over her clit, Juliana gasped. Her body trembled, and she swayed. He caught her and lifted her into his arms. He carried her to the couch and laid her down. Once she was lying down, he stood up and let his gaze wash over her with hunger.

  He wanted to taste her, to lick over her sweet pussy. She was aroused. He could smell it. Under his gaze, she flushed but didn’t cover herself. He knelt on the floor beside her and put his hands on the sides of her panties. He gently pulled them down, letting his hands brush over her smooth legs until the panties were finally off.

  “Open your legs,” he said, running his hand over her knee.

  She flushed harder but parted her knees, letting her legs fall open a little bit. Now revealed to him, her pussy glistened with her arousal. He pushed her legs open further and tugged her a little closer to the edge of the sofa.

  He lifted her leg that was on the outside of the sofa and propped it on his shoulder. He leaned in and pressed his lips against her pussy. Pleasure surged through his body. He took one finger and rubbed circles around her entrance, while she writhed.

  “Feel good?” he asked.

  “Yes,” she panted. “Don’t stop.”

  “I won’t,” he promised.

  He continued to circle her entrance with one finger, keeping her virginity in mind. No man had touched her here before. Just him. He bent down and lick
ed her clit with his tongue.

  Her back arched, and her leg kicked out, but he held on tight. “You like that?” he asked.

  “Yes,” she moaned.

  “You’re already wet,” he said. “That’s going to help when I put my finger in.” He closed his lips over her clit, sucking, while at the same time, pushing his finger into her pussy.

  “Oh, God. Quinn!”

  “Your pussy is so tight. It feels so good,” he said to her.

  He flicked his tongue out again, flattening it and making circles against her clit while he gently moved his finger in and out of her pussy. He glanced up to see her reaction and was rewarded by seeing her eyes roll back in her head.

  “Juliana. Put your hands on your breasts,” he said, hoping he wasn’t going too far since she had no experience. But she didn’t argue. She put her hands on her breasts, just as he’d asked.

  “Good,” he said. “Now, squeeze your nipples.”

  When she pinched her nipples with her fingers, Quinn thrust his finger into her pussy, this time curling it a bit until he found her G-spot. Her hips came up off the sofa. Her heart rate raced, and her breathing quickened. He wanted to unzip his own pants and press his cock into her waiting body, but he wasn’t going to do that, not tonight. He wasn’t even going to ask.

  He wasn’t sure why she’d changed her mind about them making out, but he wasn’t going to take advantage.

  They were engaged now, and he was going to enjoy every moment he had to cherish her.

  13

  Juliana

  Juliana lay on her back with her legs open, and Quinn’s face was buried between them. Now she knew what she’d been missing. Was it like this for everyone, or was it this something specific because it was Quinn with his head between her legs, not any of the losers she’d encountered previously?

  He had one finger deep inside her pussy, and she couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like for him to put his cock inside her body.

  She’d gotten carried away tonight, but she didn’t want him to stop. Seeing him get down on one knee and propose had affected her far more than she’d expected. She’d expected this to be a night like any other, but the proposal turned out to be moving and poignant.

  Now, she was so fucking turned on. Her entire body was a live wire. Each muscle trembled. He held her right leg in the air, and her other was pressed against the back of the sofa.

  He flicked his tongue over her clit again, back and forth.

  “I’m going to add another finger,” he said. “You’re wet enough now to handle it.”

  Heat pooled in her stomach. Her thighs tensed as she felt the pressure from his second finger push against her entrance. His finger pressed inside, filling her pussy with a delicious stretch.

  Oh, God. She wanted his cock.

  “Quinn, I’m close,” she said.

  “Keep your hands on your chest,” he said. “Squeeze your nipples while you come.”

  White-hot sparks flashed across Juliana’s eyes. Stars burst as he bent his head down again and sucked on her clit. The pressure from his two fingers and from the suction on her clit sent her over the edge.

  She came, pleasure rolling in waves through her entire body. Her hands shook, but she kept them on her breasts while he licked over her clit. Eventually, her tremors eased, and he eased his fingers from her pussy and helped her lower her legs.

  She lay on the sofa, naked and satisfied while he was fully dressed.

  She pressed her hand to his chest. “Aren’t you ready to come, too?” she asked.

  He kissed her cheek. “Yes. I’m about to come in my pants.”

  “I want to see your cock,” she said.

  “Oh, God. Juliana.”

  He pressed one hand against his cock and the other against his forehead. He sat down on the couch and unbuttoned his jeans. He pushed them down and then pushed his boxers down, as well. He stood next to the sofa with his large cock on display next to her face.

  She sat up and tentatively reached for it. “Can I touch it?”

  “Yes. Just know I might not be able to hold off,” he said.

  She reached up to run her palm over his firm pecs. Then, she ran her hand down over his washboard abs. Finally, she reached his throbbing cock. This was what he’d put inside her if they got that far. He’d thrust it into her pussy, just like he had with his fingers. Was she ready for that?

  She ran her hand over the smooth skin of his cock. He immediately groaned.

  Getting braver, she wrapped her hand around the base. Then she moved her hand, gently holding onto his cock. “Show me how you do it,” she said.

  His cock was leaking, and he smeared the arousal over his shaft and took hold of his cock in his right hand. He began to stroke, slowly at first. Then he gained speed, working his cock while his heated gaze stayed glued to her face.

  She might be a virgin, but she wasn’t naive. “You can come on me,” she said.

  He moaned loudly. “Lie down,” he said.

  She lay back down on the sofa, and he stood over her, stroking his hard cock until he came, his pleasure pulsing onto her chest. She wouldn’t have expected to ever ask for that, to even want it, but with Quinn, it was perfect. Seeing such a gorgeous man with a body that hot get turned on because of her was glorious.

  The next day, Juliana had a little extra swing in her step, and it didn’t take long for Kate to notice.

  “That doctor must be treating you right, huh?” Kate said with a grin.

  “He sure does,” Juliana said, and she told Kate all about the dinner and the proposal, and she showed off her ring.

  Every time Juliana saw her ring, she smiled. Quinn had gone out of his way to make it special for her. She hadn’t expected a ring at all, and then he’d done his best to incorporate something meaningful for both of them. Last night, she’d been intimate with him, and she didn’t regret it one bit. She still wasn’t sure if that was good or bad, but it had been an amazing experience.

  As she filled drinks and brought food to tables, she ran her thumb over the ring, feeling the raised part where the diamond was and the etched in curves of the Celtic knots.

  As the days went by, she and Kate became friends, not just boss and employee, and Juliana came to enjoy her time at the Bluebonnet Cafe.

  A week after her engagement, during the lunch rush, she took an order for a group of firemen. As she turned to go back to the kitchen, her eyes stopped on a man sitting alone in a booth at the back of the restaurant.

  She didn’t move a muscle.

  Her heart slammed into her chest. That wasn’t just any man. It was Anton.

  From Boston.

  She had no idea what his last name was. He’d always just been called his first name. He’d worked for her parents as a bodyguard years ago and then moved on to work in one of their warehouses.

  If she’d been holding a tray, it would be on the floor. As it was, the pen she held slipped from her fingers and hit the tile. Hands shaking, she bent down to pick it up. She wasn’t going to slink away. She was going to go over there and confront him. He was intimidating, and she was freaked out, but she wasn’t going to run. Pen in hand, she stood up straight and took a step forward toward the man.

  Before she could get closer, someone tapped her on the shoulder. Juliana jumped, startled. She turned to see an older woman, who said, “Ma’am. Do you have a restroom I can use?”

  “Um. Yes. It’s over here. I’ll show you.”

  Juliana glanced over her shoulder, where Anton still sat. She showed the woman the restroom, and the woman thanked her profusely. When she got back, Anton was gone. Vanished.

  Juliana ran forward, not bothering to try to look normal. She ran out the front door. In the distance, a car drove down the road. Was that him? The car was too far away to see the license plate.

  As soon as she was back inside, she found Kate. “I need to use the restroom.”

  “Go ahead. I’ll cover your table.”

  In the
restroom, she used her watch to text Quinn.

  Another one showed up here at the cafe. I walked toward him, and he left.

  Stay where you are, Quinn replied. I’ll be there in ten minutes.

  She felt terrible. Quinn was at work, helping people, and Juliana was getting stalked by these mercenaries.

  Juliana scrubbed her hands and left the restroom. She was going to keep working. With trembling hands, she took another order and brought out an entree for a family before Quinn arrived. From the corner of her eyes, she saw him bolt from his car, run down the sidewalk, and then yank the door open.

  Seeing him, as gorgeous as ever in his scrubs and his white coat, instantly made her feel better.

  Once he was inside the cafe, he slowed down. The cafe allowed visitors to seat themselves. He immediately headed in the direction where Anton had been. It was as if someone had drawn a line to that spot because he knew right where to go. Before sitting down, he stared at the booth for a second.

  As soon as she was able, she went to his table.

  He rose from his seat. “Are you okay?” He stepped forward and wrapped his arms around her.

  Her throat nearly closed up. She’d had a naive hope that after Quinn had chased the first thug off, another one wouldn’t show up here. That had been beyond naive, though. It had been moronic.

  “I’m okay. That’s exactly where he sat,” she said.

  Quinn looked behind him at the table. “That’s odd,” he said in a strange voice. “I’m going to go have a look around. You stay in here. Keep working for now.”

  “I don’t want you to miss any more work,” she said.

  “I won’t. I have to get back. I have stitches to remove for a patient and a baby well-check, but Brennan’s going to come over and just chill out, probably in the parking lot. You won’t even know he’s here, and then he’ll drive you to the clinic when you’re done with your shift.”

  “I’m not worried about myself. I just hate disrupting your life.”