Emily rolled her eyes, the idea of
high-powered business dealings her farthest idea from fun. But Derian had a
knack for it, and it was, after all, her legacy. “What about your father?”
“For all he’s constantly criticized me for
not taking part, he probably won’t like it.” Derian grinned and kissed Emily.
“And you were right about one thing, I enjoy irritating him. So that’s a
bonus.”
Emily laughed, lightness flooding her heart.
She couldn’t fight what she wanted so much. Love was about believing, about
taking the gifts that were offered and rejoicing in them. “I want us to be
together always.”
Derian grinned. “Are you going to marry me,
then, because I want us to get married.” She kissed Emily quickly before a
question or protest could form on her lips. “Not because of Henrietta, not
because of the agency, not even because of your visa. I want you to be mine and
I want everyone to know it. I want us to have a life together, to make life
what we want it to be, together. And…I want everyone to know I’m yours.”
Emily slid her hand into Derian’s hair and
gave a little tug. “That means only mine. All mine. You understand that,
right?”
“I’ve been all yours since the first kiss.
All I think about is you, all I’ll ever want is you. For better or for worse.”
“For today and tomorrow,” Emily whispered.
“For all the tomorrows.” Derian rolled over,
slid a leg between Emily’s thighs, and kissed her throat. “Did you just say
yes?”
“Yes, God, yes.” Emily arched her back and
wrapped a leg around the back of Derian’s calf. “You make me feel so good.”
“Yes, what? Yes, Derian, I will marry you…”
Derian swirled her tongue around a very firm nipple. “Or yes, Derian, I want
you to make mad, passionate love to me forever and ever.”
“Both.” Emily clutched Derian’s shoulder.
“You are so arrogant. God.”
“You like me that way.”
“Yes, I do. Now, show me just how good you
really are.”
Laughing, Derian trailing kisses along the
curve of Emily’s breast and down her belly, slipping a hand between them to
stroke and tease. “I can’t stop wanting you.”
“Don’t, don’t ever.” Emily’s mind was
fragmenting, words deserting her. She rocked to the rhythm of Derian’s caresses
and, when a shock wave jolted through her, grasped Derian’s arms. “Hold me. I’m
coming.”
Derian gathered Emily up just as Emily cried
out against her shoulder, catching a bit of skin and muscle in her teeth.
Derian, already breathless and blinded by Emily’s beauty, groaned at the
unexpected possession. So damn good. The tension spiraling between her thighs
erupted. “Oh yeah.”