I run to him. He swoops me up into his arms, his smile stretching across his face, squinting his eyes so tight they’re practically closed. People spread out and giggle as he spins me around.
He takes my face in his hands and wipes my tears away with his thumbs. “I’ve missed you so much, baby,” he says. His voice chokes up a bit. He swallows hard.
I’m unable hold back my own emotions and I cry openly. “I’ve missed you too. These last two weeks have been hell without you. I don’t ever want to do that again.”
“You won’t have to. I’ll never leave your side.”
He hugs me again. When he releases me, he digs into his carry-on bag until he finds what he’s looking for. He pulls out a small rectangular package.
“I got you something.”
I squeal and carefully unwrap the paper. Inside is a book! A romance novel, to be exact. I don’t recognize the author’s name and I wonder what made him pick out this particular one. I turn it over to read the back, but there are no words. What a strange book. I’m about to ask him about it, until I open the book and see that it’s hollow.
I gasp, almost dropping it. He laughs when I flail to keep it in my hands.
Inside the box is a gorgeous ring, with a square cut diamond in the middle, several smaller ones around it, and even more diamonds around the band. It’s so sparkly and beautiful I can’t take my eyes off it.
I was so mesmerized by the ring that I hadn’t noticed Kain getting onto one knee until I look up to ask questions.
I realize then that he has tears in his eyes. People surround us to watch, but I barely notice them. I’m far too focused on the man in front of me and the ring and what it represents .
My throat is dry, I have no words.
“Channa, you have made me the happiest man in the world. We haven’t been together that long, but this past month with you has been the most wonderful time of my life. I don’t want to go any further in life without you—I refuse to. You are my world, my now, my future. And I’m going to do everything in my power to be the man you deserve and the man you want. I will prove to you every day that I am worthy of you … if you’ll have me.”
I’m weeping. I can hardly see anything through the tears. I can hardly hear anything through the blood pumping in my ears. He takes the ring from me and slips it onto my finger. It fits perfectly. I realize suddenly that he’s been in contact with my mom because she asked me out of the blue what size ring I wore. When I asked her why, she said she had one of my grandmother’s rings she wanted to give me, and yet I knew my grandmother only had one ring and I already have it.
“Channa, will you make me the happiest man in the world and marry me?”
I choke out a sob and nod my head. “Yes. Oh my God, yes!”
He stands up and hugs me so tight I cough. There are cheers and clapping all around me from our audience. I look around, laughing when I see practically the entire airport is watching.
“Let’s get out of here. I don’t think I’m going to be able to keep my hands off of you much longer,” he says.
I giggle and we hold hands, hurrying through the airport.
We’re about midway to the exit when he takes a sudden turn and pulls me into a broom closet. It’s mostly dark in the room aside from a wide strip of light coming from under the door.
“What are you doing?” I ask, confused and surprised by the sudden detour.
“I can’t wait one minute more to have you. I need you now,” he says, then wedges a broom handle under the door handle to keep it from being able to be opened from the outside.
Before I can voice my concerns about sex in such a public place, he has my jeans coming down. Once my panties slip down to my ankles, I forget why I was so concerned in the first place. It suddenly no longer matters if someone walks in on us. All I care about is what’s happening to my body right now.
He spreads my legs as far as they can go with my shoes and jeans still on me. His fingers slide into my wet folds, penetrating deep. I gasp and my body goes limp. I’ve almost forgotten how amazing it feels to have something inside of me.
I wriggle as his he hooks his fingers and massages that sensitive, wonderful place inside of me that he seems to know like the back of his hand. Evidence of my arousal slides down my leg, puddling at my socks. I don’t care that my clothes will be wet and sticky after this, and that I’ll have to sit in them on the ride to Jonathan’s. I don’t care about anything except what I’m feeling right now.
He growls. “I forgot just how tight this pussy is.”
His fingers slide out and he lifts me up, then lays me down on a stack of paper towels. He bends down and sinks his tongue into me. He’s like a wild animal driven by hormones and lust He sucks at my clit, nibbles with his teeth. I have to bite my lip to stay quiet.
The thrill of getting caught only intensifies the feeling. So when he starts tonguing my asshole, I don’t even care. It all just feels so good and I don’t want it ever to stop.
“I need you inside of me,” I beg.
He stands up, yanks his jeans down to his knees. Spreading my pussy, he lines up and sinks into me. This time I can’t hold back the moan
