His arm curved her slender form to the muscular hardness of his body as he bent his head to seek her lips, parting them hungrily, needing her as desperately and completely as she needed him. Love flamed wild and glorious, sweeping them up in its radiant heat. Breathing shakily, Brock lifted his head before the embrace turned into an inferno.
"Why did you wait so long?" Stephanie sighed.
"Because nobody was there to offer me a clear-cut choice—you or the Canfield legacy. I was too much of a fool to realize it was that simple. But you can believe this." He framed her face in his hands, gazing at it as if it was the loveliest work of art in the world. "I love you, Stephanie. And I don't care if I never have another glass of champagne, sleep in another hotel suite or eat Chateaubriand for the rest of my life."
"I never thought I'd be this happy again," she confessed, beaming with the joy filling her heart.
"Everything I said tonight—about selling and consolidating, you realize that it can't happen overnight," Brock cautioned. "It'll take at least a year. In the meantime I'll still have to travel a lot. After that, it will only be a few times a year. Then you can come with me."
"Whatever you say," Stephanie murmured.
"Just let me love you, let me make up for all the pain I've caused you." His mouth moved onto hers, gently at first, then with increasing ardor. Long minutes passed before either of them recovered sufficient control of their senses to come up for air. "How much time will your brother need to find a new bookkeeper so I can marry my bride?"
"This is the slack season." She smoothed her hand over his richly dark hair, enjoying the feel of its thickness against her fingers. "And I do have some influence with the boss. Maybe a week, two at the most."
"Where would you like to spend your honeymoon? The Caribbean? The Virgin Islands maybe?" he taunted affectionately. "What about Europe? Or maybe right here in the honeymoon suite where it all started?"
"Here." Stephanie didn't even hesitate over the choice.
"I think I'll arrange to have that king-sized bed replaced." His hands familiarly tested the slimness of her build. "I could lose you in that."
"Think so?" She brushed her lips across the corner of his mouth.
"I'm not going to take the chance," Brock murmured before he fastened his mouth onto her teasing lips in a kiss that branded her forever his.
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