Sapphire (Steele Investigations) (22 page)

Mr. Steele, your…dining partner is here,” she says in a
chipper voice, but her lip curls slightly when she says ‘dining partner’.

“Thank you Veronica,” he says, never taking his eyes off
me.  He reaches for my hand, pulls me to him, and kisses me passionately. 
Veronica huffing and stomping away reminds me that we’re in a public place
despite the private setting.

“You look beautiful.  I missed you today, baby,” Elliott
says as his lips move against mine

“You don’t scrub up too bad yourself, Hot Stuff.  I missed
you too,” I say softly.

“Wanna skip dinner? Go straight to dessert?” he asks,
hopefully.

My stomach growls my answer.  “Guess I better feed you first
then.”  Ever the gentleman, he pulls my seat out for me and then sits across
from me.

Our waiter comes out and takes our drink orders – beer for
Elliott and a Cosmopolitan for me, returning a short time later with the drinks
and then taking our meal orders.  I tell Elliott what I did today, which wasn’t
much.  He doesn’t share what he did.  I don’t push him, even though I really
want to badger it out of him.  I just hope he’ll tell me when he’s ready.  The
waiter returns a short time later with our food, placing the plates down in a
well-practiced flurry.  I bite into my Steak and it’s melt in the mouth
delicious.  I groan my appreciation as my mouth waters.  I feel Elliott’s gaze
burning into me before I see it.  I look into his eyes and the hunger lighting
them is so intense I feel as though I might combust on the spot.

“What’s the latest with the store?” He asks, still looking
intently into my eyes.

“Uh..um,” I mentally shake my head and tell myself to pull
it together, “The store should be ready to open in three weeks.  We’ve got the
grand opening on the eighth, so that’s exciting.  Kami and I made sure we had
everything planned before we left to come here so we could just relax and not
worry about it.  Kami rang our two new employees not yesterday the day before,
to officially offer them their positions and they were really happy with them.
So I guess it’s all going well..on track.”

“Employees?” he asks, eyebrow cocked.

“Yeah, we employed two people from the interviews we
conducted.  I mean if things go the way we want them to we’ll hire more staff,
but for the moment two is enough,” I smile, unable to contain my excitement.

“Tell me about them?” He says as he takes a sip of his beer.

“Jemma is lovely; she’s got such a passion and love for
shoes and clothes, it’s almost contagious.  She’s about the same age as Kami
and I and stunning.  Long black hair, blue eyes, flawless skin, and she’s
knowledgeable-“

“Brains and beauty,” he states

“Yeah, it’s a great combination to have, especially when you
work in sales,” I say through a laugh.

“And then there’s Tom.  He’s probably closer to your age,
twenty five I think.”  Elliott’s eyes flash when I mention Tom’s name. 
Is
that jealousy? Surely not.
I watch as his eyes spark with a little
glitter. 
Wow, that is jealousy.
 

“Tom?” He grates out through a clenched jaw.

“Are you…jealous..Elliott?” I resist the urge to grin but a
smirk may be playing on my lips.

He glares at me so I decide to put him out of his misery,
“Tom is everything Jemma is, except the male version.  He probably even has the
same taste in men as her.  In fact, maybe Harley and him would make a cute
couple,” I say innocently, as I draw my lips in and run my tongue along the
seam, waiting for him to click that Tom is gay.

“Harley?” he questions.  I wait a beat and then the light
dawns.  He nods his head once and I watch as the relief floods his body as the
tension leaves it.  I shake my head at him and blow him a kiss across the
table.

“Sir, Ma’am, your dessert,” The waiter arrives at my side
and he places it down in front of me.  I look over at Elliott, questioningly. 
He shrugs his shoulders and looks a little smug.  I turn my eyes down to the
dessert and notice is my favorite red velvet cake with cream cheese frosting. 
I look back up at him through my lashes and smile at him.  He’s organized to
have my favorite dessert here tonight. 

“Thank you,” I mouth at him, as the waiter finishes laying
our plates down.

He gives me ‘my smile’ and then a wink.
Holy shit a wink
never looked so good.

I pick up my fork and dig into the soft red and cream
goodness.  It’s delicious.  It dissolves in my mouth, the cream cheese leaving
a slight tang on my tongue.  I pop another spoonful into my mouth and
immediately I feel something foreign.
What the hell?
I swirl my tongue
around, swallowing the cake and place my fingers into my mouth to remove
whatever it is.  Concentrating on not choking, I don’t notice Elliott moving. 
I pull the object from my mouth and stare down at in my hand. 
Holy shit.
Oh.My.God. Shit.

Shit.

Shit.

I take a deep breath and look to a now blurry Elliott who is
now kneeling beside my seat…kneeling on
one
knee.  I look back to the
ring in my trembling fingers.  He takes it from my palm and places it on the
ring finger of my left hand.  Then I look back to him as he starts to speak.

“Rainy, I’ve loved you as long as I can remember.  You make
my world a better place.  I don’t want to miss a single moment with you.  My
life finally feels full now that you’re a part of it.  I’ve never wanted
anything as much as I want you.  I’ll spend my life making sure you feel as
worthy as I know you are.  I want to love and protect you for the rest of my
life.  Will you do me the greatest honor of becoming my wife; making me your
husband? Will you marry me?”

I watch a lone tear makes its way down his cheek.  I quickly
swipe it with my thumb, and then cup his jaw.  I feel wetness on my lips and my
tongue darts out.  It is only then that I realize I’m crying. 

Holy shit he just asked me to marry him.  Elliott Steele
wants to be my husband.  Lord.  It’s too soon, isn’t it? Oh God it’s too soon. 
I mean, we’ve only been together for a couple of months…but I have known him my
whole life.  I have wanted this moment my entire life.  I dreamed of this
moment every night when I was a little girl.

I look deep into his, burning his beauty into my memory.  I
never want to forget this moment; what he looks like, the smells around me, the
nervous and excited energy swirling around us.

“Please, Rainy,” he chokes back a sob.

I don’t notice the silence stretching between us until he
breaks it with that sob.  His eyes turned troubled and fill with more tears. 
It’s only then I realize I need to answer.  I haven’t answered him yet.
God,
I’m an idiot.

I throw my arms around him, my voice muffled because it’s
pushed so far into his neck, “Yes, YES, yes, yes.  Of course I’ll marry you,
Honey.  I love you. So much,” I sob as the words fall from my mouth.  He pulls
my head back with his hands and covers his mouth on mine.  His kiss is
desperate, seeking, and full of passion.  Then he slows it down and it’s full
of love, joy and a promise of what’s to come.  We are both panting when we pull
apart, our lips still so close that our breath mingles.  He wraps his arms
around my waist and pulls me into him, tight. My hands go around his neck and I
hold him just as tight. 

“I love you, Rainy,” he whispers as he kisses my neck, then
nips and soothes the spot with his tongue, sending shivers through my body.

“I love you, Elliott,” I reply as I run my tongue from his
Adams apple to his ear lobe.  He sucks in a breath, pulls me to my feet and
marches toward the exit. 
Looks like I’m going to have sex with my fiancé!

We make it to the elevator and as the doors close, Elliott
slams me up against one wall.  “Fuck, I love you.  I’ve never been this happy
in my life,” he says, his voice rough with emotion.

I reach up on my tippy toes and run my tongue along his full
bottom lip.  He groans deep in his throat and he eyes shut.  Heat floods my
core, soaking my panties in one go.  I trail kisses along his jaw until I reach
his ear, I dart my tongue into the shell, before nipping the lobe and softly
moaning.  His hands at my hips dig in tight.  I know he wants to have me against
the wall, but he’s restraining himself and giving me the power.  I run my
splayed hands across his chest and stomach, feeling every contour beneath his
white shirt.  Making my way around the back, I run my hands across his
shoulders and absently trace his tattoo as I make my way down to his firm ass. 
Giving it a squeeze, I run my hands back up and into his hair, pulling him down
to claim his mouth. 

“Finally,” he growls as he takes possession of me.  His
tongue spears inside my mouth and dancing with mine, as we make love with our
mouths.  His hands move from my waist to grab handfuls of my ass then squeezing
the cheeks and thrusting his hips into my mine.  I moan at the sensation,
wishing there was just a little more friction as he continues to thrust and
grind with his hips.

Hearing a ‘
ping’,
Elliott pulls back from my mouth
but keeps his arms slung around my waist.  My arms go up around his neck and I
look into his beautiful eyes.  “My fiancée,” he whispers, placing a kiss on my
nose.

A smile spreads across my face, mirroring his own, as I
whisper back, “My Fiancé”.

We exit the elevator and walk down to our room.  Opening the
door, our pent up passion explodes.  Elliott brings his mouth to mine, clashing
together, it’s a mixture of teeth and tongues and it’s so damn hot.  I
concentrate on kissing him back, matching his fervor
and
undoing his
shirt buttons.  I fail miserably as I keep fumbling my fingers so in the end I
grab two fistfuls of his shirt and rip it apart.  Buttons fly across the room and
I feel Elliott growl down my throat, but it must turn him on even more because
he grabs the hem of my dress and pulls it over my head, only separating our
lips as the dress flies over my head.  Then his lips are back on mine.  I tug
his shirt down his arms, and then move my attention to his pants; undoing the
button and zipper.

Finally he is naked and I am standing in my matching bra and
panties set – a very nice deep blue, to match the dress, lace, barely there bra
and ‘cheeky’ barely there panties – and I still have my heels on.

He sits on the edge of the bed, buck naked, “Come over
here,” he rumbles.

I resist the urge to clamp my thighs together, as my pussy
throbs from the roughness in his voice.

I stand in front of him and he runs a finger up my ribs,
causing my body to break out in goose bumps.  “So fucking beautiful.  And all
mine.  Forever,” he murmurs, looking me dead in the eye when he says ‘forever’.

“Yes,” I breathe as his finger circles my hardened nipple
through the lace of my bra.  I look down and watch his finger as he continues
to tease my breasts.  My lips part as he replaces his finger with his tongue,
making it into a point he swipes it across my tingling bud.  The friction of
the lace bra rubbing over my flesh and his wet tongue makes for a delicious
feeling.

Still teasing my nipples, his hand moves down and around and
traces where the lace meets my skin on my ass cheeks.  My legs tremble and my
knees go weak every time he inches closer to my centre.  But every time he
lazily drags his fingers away.  I’m shaking with need and my breath is coming
out in pants as I beg him, “please, honey.” 

He nips my nipple through my bra before asking cockily,
“Something you need, sweetheart?”

“Yes,” I moan as again his fingers move toward the place I need
them most.

“What do you need?” he asks huskily.

“You,” I whimper as his moves away from my pussy.

He moves his hands and pulls my panties down in one swoop. 
I spring into action, tearing my bra off, not caring about the delicate
fabric.  I bend over to remove my heels and he growls, “Leave them on.” I raise
my eyes to his, they’re deep, dark but burning with need, love, passion and
desire.

“Stand in front of me,” he says as he guides my hips so I am
standing in between his spread legs.  I look down and my mouth waters at the
sight of his cock.  His thick, fat head is staring up at me, begging for
attention, a drop of pre cum sits on top waiting to be consumed by my hungry
tongue.  My eyes hood and I moan as I lick my lips, desperate to have him in my
mouth.

“Lie back on the bed,” my voice is firm, commanding.  He
slides back up the bed and I position myself beside him.  I grab his shaft in
my hand and squeeze firmly while I drag my wrist up and down.  He hisses
through his teeth and groans, “
Fuck,”
drawing the word out when I
finally lick the pre cum off his tip.  I swirl my tongue around the head,
tracing the veins while I still work my hand at the base.  Then I take him as
far as I can in my mouth, sheathing my teeth, I suck hard as I drag my mouth back
up the length of him.  “
Fuck,
baby.
Fuck.
”  I hum around his
shaft as I take him back into my mouth, and then still with a mouthful of him I
give a little squeal as he grabs my hips, flips me around and lowers me onto
his face.

“
Holy shit,”
I shriek as he relentless eats my
pussy. 

“Suck me, baby,” he begs as he twitches his cock, causing it
to bump me in the chin. 

Oh, yeah.  Whoops. I almost forgot about what I was
eating.
I think wickedly before I take him back into mouth, licking,
sucking and relishing in the natural taste of him.  Trying to concentrate on
pleasuring him, while he is pleasuring me turns out to be harder than I
thought, however it isn’t long before his tongue brings me to orgasm.  Closing
my mouth on his cock and taking him deep, I moan through my orgasm as his
length hits the back of my throat.  Floating back down, I suck deep and drag
up, but he lifts me off him so my mouth disconnects with a loud ‘pop’.  “Ride
me,” he orders.