"I think you need some persuading. There will be some fringe benefits to being my wife." He ran his hands up her sides from her hips to her shoulders, then tugged her against him. His lips descended to hers and claimed her with fierce passion.
"Unfair," she murmured when he pulled away perhaps five minutes later.
"I'm not done."
"But--"
Through the fabric of her blouse, his thumbs brushed circles on the tips of her nipples. Not that she needed any more stimulation. She was ready for him now. She was certain she'd always be ready for him.
Only how much of her readiness had to do with her body alone? What would Rick think years after he'd made his decision? What happened when she was old and no longer attractive?
"Can I think about it?"
Rick's thumbs stopped their circular motion for a fractional second, then resumed. "No. You're looking for an excuse to run away. Only you can't find one, can you? So you want to delay and hope that you can figure out a good reason to keep from doing what you really want."
He was so arrogant, she wanted to punch him--or kiss him. The kiss won out. She felt like purring, and maybe she actually did.
"Maybe we're more like cats than I thought," he murmured. "Some of us, anyway."
Okay, Jennifer admitted, maybe she was like a cat. She wanted to be petted and scratched and fed--preferably at four-star restaurants--and loved. Was that so bad?
"You've thought this through?" she asked, trying to reclaim her sanity.
Rick deftly unbuttoned her blouse. Her front bra closure opened with a soft pop.
"I'm always thinking," he told her. One of his hands caressed her breast while the other lightly brushed against her jeans. "Right now, I'm thinking how much I love you."
She pushed herself closer into his lap and felt the hardness of his arousal. "Oh, Rick."
"Together, I think we are more than either of us can be alone. I know that's true for me. I hope it can be true for you as well."
"Yes," she breathed.
"Yes, it's true for you?"
"Well that, of course," Jennifer said. "But what I meant was yes, I'll marry you."
He grinned triumphantly.
"But first, I need the answer to one question. Where is your tattoo?"
"You'll have to find it. I promise I'll give you all the time in the world."
Books by Robyn Anders
Blind Date
The CEO’s S.O.S.
Counterfeit Cowboy
Dynamiting Daddy’s Dream House
Half a Ranch
Hometown Hero
The Truth About Cats
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