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a tomato and hurried inside.
Watching the round plush of her behind beneath that form-fitting
dress, I wanted more than anything to take her into my arms and
claim her as my mate.
She went to my old room instinctively, and
once inside I closed the door behind us. She sat down on the gray
bedspread and waited expectantly. I winked at her and then pulled a
small box that was nestled in the top drawer of my dresser.
     

     
I brought my hands over my mouth as Dalton
turned around to face me with that little, telltale box in his
hands. He smirked at my reaction, but I knew he was nervous—he had
to be. He knelt down before me on one knee and raised the box up
like an offering.
“I have got to be dreaming,” I murmured, and
he laughed.
“Jessie, I bought this ring when I turned
eighteen. I knew it would be a while before you said ‘yes,’ but I
figured it gave me enough time to pay it off. Lucky for me, I was
right,” he opened the box and I gasped.
The ring was beautiful. It glittered in the
dull room and the rock was simply huge. I could feel the tears
pricking at my eyes, but I couldn’t care.
Never in a million years would I have
guessed that he loved me this much.
“You make me smile, Jessie. You make each
day at war an adventure. There are things I had to hide from you
about what I do, but now that you know my biggest secret, I hope
that everyday I can reveal more to you. So that we can really
become one. I want to raise children with you, to buy you a home.
To help you cut out Pilgrim costumes for kindergarteners.”
I choked out a laugh.
“I mean it Jessica Fields. Please, you
already are my everything. Let’s make it official. Be my
wife.”
I threw my arms around his neck and pulled
him close, allowing the tears to run freely down my face.
“Yes. A million times yes.”
His warm embrace calmed everything in me
that had been full of fear, had anticipated so much loss. I was
finally home, and I never even realized that I was away.
“I’m not renewing,” he murmured into my ear.
I pulled away to look at him.
“What?”
“I’m done. Two more years and I’m not going back. I did my time,
Jessie. But I didn’t want to tell you. I was afraid you’d lead me
on for two years and then get cold feet.”
I pulled the box from his hand and proudly
stuffed the ring onto my finger, breaking with tradition to show my
enthusiasm. “I would never.”
His smile grew so big I thought it’d break
his face. Then he kissed me and the whole world stopped spinning. I
was vaguely aware of being lifted back up onto the bed but was too
consumed with the heat of our passion to notice.
I feverishly ran my hands up his back,
searching beneath the light cotton of his shirt to feel the wide
expanse of his back. Then like a wild beast I pulled at the shirt,
clawing it off of him to reveal a perfectly contoured torso. I
groaned at the sight of his wide, hard chest, at the deep grooves
of his abdomen. I already knew how gorgeous he was, but seeing it
in this light, with his body poised over me, made it that much more
delectable.
“I need to see you too,” he purred huskily,
and I melted. His hands moved south beneath the skirt of my dress,
finding the width of my thighs. As shy as I had been with my body
my whole adult life I trusted him, wanted to give him everything I
had: mind, body, and soul.
“I love you,” he whispered as he brought the
skirt up over my hips, shooting me a lusty glance before dropping
himself onto my mound. I felt him kiss my clit through my damp
panties and I moaned, arching my back into the soft give of the
mattress. He inched my panties off with the pads of his fingers,
pulling them down my thighs and the length of my legs.
I waited, holding my breath as he moved his
head back between my thighs, priming me with his fingers as he
traced them over the shape of my vulva. Then he kissed the bare
sensitive skin of my clit, wrapping his lips around it and pulling
away, teasing me with alternating short and