Ally had maintained her position on the bed, her eyes grasping the decorative rails in the headboard. With her knees bent and legs parted, her naked body was on full display. She felt vulnerable and exposed, and she grew more aroused by Jack's little game with each minute that passed. It took hours before he came to her, still in his button down shirt and suit pants. He looked so aroused he was animalistic, and she knew she wasn't the only one tortured by his game. His eyes were dark with desire when he came to her.
She'd spent the past couple of hours thinking about things she would never have the guts to verbalize to him, and she knew she was beyond wet at this point. Her entire body was on hyper alert as she watched him move to the speaker system and plug his phone into the unit. Soft Jazz music filled the room, and she licked her lips in anticipation when Jack turned back to her. His five o'clock shadow was now a 10 o'clock shadow, the dark facial hair contrasting beautifully with pale skin that rarely saw the sun. Unconsciously, her legs spread wider, and she saw Jack smirk as he languorously made his way over to the bed.
Ally was disappointed when he crept onto the bed, kneeling at her feet, without taking off any clothes. His hands, strong and firm and calloused from stolen moments at the gym lifting weights, slid around her ankles. Ally watched him as he drew her legs up, putting her feet onto his shoulders. His hands slid down the tops of her bare legs, making it halfway down her thighs before he slid them to the underside of her legs and lightly dragged his fingernails down the backs of her thighs. Ally gasped and shivered as the sensations rushed through her, out from the areas of skin where his hands made contact, down each arm and up to her scalp, then rushed back down to collect between her legs, where her clit ached to be touched. Jack moved his hands to the backs of her knees and pushed her legs back, further exposing her to the cool air of the room. He turned his head and kissed the inside of her thigh, just above her knee, then leaned in to kiss his way down her thigh until she felt his hot breath over her sex.
"I want to marry you," he said, and her heart skipped a beat. She wasn't sure if he was making a joke, telling her pussy he wanted to marry it. But he reached into his pocket and pulled out something silver. Ally's breath caught in her throat when he produced a platinum ring with a large oval diamond wrapped in a circle of tiny diamonds, and two smaller half-moon shaped diamonds, one on each side, again surrounded each on their outer edges by a row of tiny diamonds.
"Jack?" Ally asked, lifting herself onto her elbows. The soft sounds of jazz filled the room as, heart in her throat; she could do nothing but blink back tears and shake her head in wonder. The seconds ticked by and soon her silence became impossible to ignorable.
"Please just say something," he said, smiling up at her from between her legs. He didn't look nervous, didn't look like he was unsure of what her answer would be. The only thing that had made him nervous was that he'd intended to take her out to the harbor tonight, to watch the freight ships come in as they smelled the sea air and he told her that he would never not love her. But he'd returned to Ally's apartment, exhausted after Nicki's frantic phone call from jail and trying to cajole Liam into taking over the emergency, only to find Ally on the floor when he got back to her place practicing one of the most tantalizing yoga poses he'd ever seen. It was entirely possible she would be mad about the timing of his marriage proposal, but he could apologize for that, later.
Ally managed to tear a sob away from her throat, nodding furiously before she was finally able to form words. "Yes, Jack. Yes, I'll marry you."
Jack sat up, leaned his clothed body of her naked one, and slid the ring onto her left hand. His heart jumped, seeing it there, as if the future was finally certain. She was his, and she always would be.
"I love you, Ally."
