He nipped at her earlobe with sharp teeth. “I want you to marry me.”
She yanked away from him, staring up into his eyes. Shock coursed through her. Had he meant to say that? “What?”
He smiled, a gentle, heartbreaking curve of lips and her head started spinning. “I want you to marry me.”
“You’re asking me now? While we’re naked and…”
“I wanted to wait till tomorrow. I was going to ask you when we took a walk on the beach, but I couldn’t wait. It’s ridiculous to wait. I want you to be my wife, Morgan. Will you have me?”
She’d known him approximately three months. Ninety days, give or take. And he wanted to marry her? Was he crazy?
Yes. And so was she. Crazy for him.
Smiling, she pressed him close and he slipped back inside her, fitting within her as if they were made for each other. “Oh, I will definitely have you, Evan Marshall. Any way I can get you.”
“So that’s a yes?” He stilled within her, not moving a muscle and she realized he wasn’t even breathing.
“Yes.” She kissed him, and he exhaled in a large sigh of relief. “Yes. Yes. Yes. Did you ever have a doubt?”
“No.” He dropped a kiss on her nose, then her lips. “Never. We belong together. It was fate.”
Morgan smiled and kissed him again. She didn’t even bother protesting.
He was right. For once, she didn’t feel like overanalyzing.
It was fate.