Rachel was cut off as he slid his hand into her hair and gripped it tightly, pulling her head back. Her mouth parted slightly on an excited exhale.

Oh yeah, there it is—that undeniable sex factor. God, the man has it in spades.

“Not. That,” he said with a feral smile, enunciating each word.

Swiping her tongue across her parted lips, Rachel smoothed her palms down his back, and as the arm around her waist pulled her closer, she let out a soft squeak.

“Husband,” she said on a sigh.

Lowering his mouth to her ear, he lasciviously demanded, “Again.”

“Husband.” She panted as the hand at her waist moved between her thighs.

“Again.”

Rachel closed her eyes as Cole stroked back and forth against the flimsy yoga material while his fingers in her hair flexed and tightened. She thrust her hips forward, brushing against his naked cock.

As a familiar piece of knowledge asserted itself in her mind, she took the opportunity to have a little fun with him. “My husband is detaining me, thus making me late for work, which is something he once told me shows such a lack of dedication to my final destination.”

Rachel felt sharp teeth nip her earlobe.

He explained, “I only care about your dedication if I’m your final destination.”

Just as she was about to retort, she felt a low moan bubble from her throat as his fingertips began to circle her piercing.

“Cole, I need to go to work, and so do you.”

“I don’t care,” he mumbled against her hair before he took a deep breath in.

“Yes, you do. You told me last night you had to wrap up a few things.”

As Cole’s lips found hers, he kissed her fiercely, sinking his tongue deep inside her mouth. Rachel tried to hold on to her emotions as they swirled and her desire heightened. She did need to go to work, but right now, she didn’t want to go anywhere, except back to bed with her husband.

As he pulled his mouth from hers, he looked down at her with such intensity and love that Rachel found herself tumbling back as she remembered the way he had looked at her this past Saturday morning.

* * *

“I, Cole James Madison, ask you, Rachel Catherine Langley, to stand beside me through the toughest battles and harshest critics, namely your brother, and to lie beside me through the calmest of nights. I ask you to continue being the exact person you are today and to never be anyone but the woman who turned me into this impulsive man who stands before you here today.”

Cole squeezed her fingers in his, and his gaze stayed locked onto hers. He was intent on only one thing, and that was the woman in front of him.

“I was not expecting you, and that’s what makes me so sure. Nothing this perfect could be anything other than right. So, Rachel Catherine Langley, will you be my wife?”

* * *

Cole could feel his chest rise and fall against the most beautiful breasts he had ever seen, and Rachel—ahh, yes, my wife—was staring up at him, her eyes shining with all the desire and love he craved from her.

“Look, I don’t want you to worry about your brother, okay? I don’t think it’s funny that Mason and Joshua will be upset tonight because I know how that will hurt you. I do find it amusing that you are concerned for my safety.”

Her eyes narrowed quickly, and he was surprised to see the annoyance that flashed into them. The look made him instantly stop what he was doing with his active hand as he released his hold of her hair.

“What’s wrong?”

“You think it’s amusing that I’m worried about you?” she ruminated.

“No, I suppose amusing is the wrong word. I find it endearing but unnecessary. No offense, Rachel, but Mason doesn’t really strike me as the type who fights with his fists. As for Joshua, he pays me, and we have a working contract. I’m far too valuable to him alive, and he needs me on his side, so he wouldn’t beat me up and risk losing my business.”

She remained silent as she stared at him. She was still unconvinced by the looks of it.

“Plus, Joshua knows I am quite adept in martial arts. I could put him down in three seconds flat.”

That’s it. That was obviously what she had either wanted or needed to hear because a huge grin slid across her face.

“Does that mean you’ll come and spar with me at the gym later?” she prompted.

Deciding things were all back on course, Cole made his way to the tiny bathroom connected to her bedroom. When he got to the door, he looked over his shoulder.

“I’d love to spar with you, anytime and anyplace, you choose. Just promise not to damage my pretty face.”

As he continued into the bathroom to take a shower, he was happy to hear Rachel’s carefree laugh.

“Arrogant jerk,” she called out loud enough to ensure he heard her.

* * *

Rachel fidgeted nervously with a piece of string hanging from her bright blue sweater that she had paired with black leggings.

It had just turned seven o’clock when Cole pulled his car into the small parking lot behind Exquisite. As he turned off the ignition, he shifted around to look at her, and she could feel the heat of his stare. Taking a deep breath, she glanced his way. She was about to open the car door and get out when he reached across the console and placed his hand on her arm.

“Wait just a minute, please?”

Rachel froze. “What’s wrong? Did you change your mind?”

He gave her a slow easy smile that seemed to warm her from the inside out.

“Never,” he assured as he reached into his navy jacket pocket.

When he pulled out a small ring box, Rachel’s mouth dropped opened at what she knew was inside.

“You know we didn’t have time to buy rings in Lake Forest.”

“Cole, really, you didn’t have to do this.”

Rachel fell quiet as he cupped her cheek with his palm.

“Yes, I did. Now that my name is by yours, I want my ring on your finger.”

Giving her a swift kiss, he pulled back and snapped open the box.

Rachel gasped as three rings nestled in black velvet came into view.

“Cole,” she whispered, placing a hand over her mouth, “it’s too much.”

“Rachel, it’s hardly enough. I want everyone to know you belong to me.”

With a grin she couldn’t seem to help, Rachel arched a brow. “Do you really think there will be any confusion?”

Cole chuckled softly. “Not if you’re wearing my ring.”

“And answering to Mrs. Madison?”

“Stop it, or you will become intimately acquainted with the interior of this vehicle.”

He placed the box in his lap, and as he took her left hand, Rachel watched with a mixture of awe and excitement. Raising her hand to his lips, he pressed a gentle kiss on the back of her knuckles, and then he raised his eyes to hers as he pulled out the first piece of jewelry. It was a simple platinum ring with four round diamonds embedded across the top of the band.

As Cole slid it on her finger, he whispered, “I want you to be mine. My hope is that you wear this ring first, so it will always be closest to your heart and remind you of how much I love you.”

Rachel could feel a tear slide free and run down her cheek.

His eyes met hers as he asked, “Will you?”

Is there really any doubt? Rachel thought as she stared at the wedding ring on her finger. Somehow, this man had bulldozed his way into her life, and now, only a week later, she couldn’t imagine going minutes without knowing he would be there permanently.

“Yes, of course. Cole, it’s stunning.”

When the ring was firmly in place, he brought it up to his mouth and kissed it where it lay on her finger. He then reached down and pulled out the second ring. This one was a beautiful platinum band that sparkled with twinkly diamonds surrounding the largest cobalt sapphire Rachel had ever seen. Slowly, Cole slid the ring down the same finger until it locked in place with the wedding band.

“This is to remind you that every time I look into your eyes, the color of this stone, I fall in love all over again.”

Blinking back several tears, Rachel wondered how the heck she had ever gotten so lucky. All she’d had to do was say yes, and then she completely belonged to this magnificent man. It was, she realized, simply because Cole had never taken no as an answer.

Leaning across the console, Rachel cupped his face and kissed him with as much love as she could. His lips parted for her tongue, and she showed no hesitation in pushing deep into his mouth.

Nothing could ruin this night, absolutely nothing.

Knock…knock…knock.

Rachel pulled away from Cole and looked out of the car window. When she could see Mason glaring right at her with a frown, Rachel took it back.

Well, nothing, except for that.


Cole quickly slipped the final band on his wedding finger and unlocked the car doors. “You ready?” he asked.

Before Rachel could respond, the passenger door was pulled open, and he could hear Mason.

“Were you two planning on coming inside? Or were you going to sit out here all night?”

Cole had several retorts just on the tip of his tongue, but he didn’t think Rachel would appreciate any of them. So, he climbed out of the car and shut the door with a firm hand, choosing to let Rachel decide how she wanted to proceed.

“We just got here. Jesus, Mase. Relax, would you?” she grumbled as she slammed the door in the same manner he had.