Tryst Six Venom by Penelope Douglas

“What are we doing?” I ask.
She remains silent, leading me over the dunes and down to the beach. I
don’t ask questions and don’t ask permission when I sink to the sand and pull
her down between my legs, holding her as we both look out to the endless
horizon.
“So, what did you want to talk about?” I ask.
“Your car’s extended warranty.”
I bury my face in her neck, unable to not laugh. “Brat.”
“Beautiful,” she calls me, instead.
“Trouble,” I counter.
“My pearl.”
“Hellion,” I bite out in her ear.
She turns her head, whispering, “Sunshine.”
“Pain in my ass.”
I smile and kiss her. I kiss her for a long time, the wind in our hair as the
last light leaves us.
“Do you love me?” I ask against her lips.
She meets my eyes. “So much, I’ll hurt if you don’t marry me.”
And before I know what’s happening, she’s slipping something on my
ring finger, her gaze never leaving mine.
My heart stops a beat, and I can’t speak, everything inside me swelling so
big, my body can’t contain it.
What?
I mean, yes. I…
I slam my mouth down on hers, trying to get the words out, but my voice
is in my stomach, my heart is in my throat, and my head is somewhere twenty
feet above my body.
God, I love her. I was ready to ask her, but she beat me to it.
“Mmmmm, wait,” she tells me, pulling away and taking out her phone.
“Before you say yes, I just want to make sure… We can do this when we get
married, right?”
But I growl, pulling her phone—and whatever kinky sexual position she
wants to try now away—as she giggles and I roll over on top of her.
“Handful,” I grit out over her mouth right before I kiss her madly.
“Hellion. Pain in my ass. Trouble.”
“You’re never going to get rid of me, you keep talking sweet like that.”
And I dive in, biting her neck and making her squeal.