“Sweetheart.” He stared at her, his breath harsh and jagged. “Please give me permission to touch you.”
“Yes. God, yes.”
Before she finished speaking, he was on her, his hands cupping her face, tipping her head back. A heady wave of pleasure coursed through her as his mouth crushed hers, seeking, tasting...confirming.
“I thought...” He groaned, rolling his forehead against hers. “I thought I’d lost you. I love you, Reagan Holloway. You’re mine, and I’m never letting you walk away from me again.”
“Promise?”
“Promise,” he swore, pressing a hard, passionate kiss to her lips.
“Then take me home and prove it,” she said, laughing, unable to contain the joy bubbling inside her. And she didn’t even try to contain it. “But we have to make a stop first. I’d love to have you with me for it.” She couldn’t imagine beginning this project of love without the love of her life.
“Fine,” he agreed, grasping her hand and tugging her away from her car. “We’ll take my car, then come back for yours.” When they stopped next to the Jaguar, he tossed her the keys.
She gaped at him. Then at the metal she’d reflexively caught. Then back at him.
“Oh my God. You must really love me,” she gasped.
Laughing, he rounded the hood of the car. The hood that he’d made love to her on.
“Forever, Ray.”