‘Like you agreeing to marry me. Will you?’
Lily felt the backs of her eyes begin to prickle because how many people got a second chance? How many people were that lucky? ‘Yes,’ she said, blinking a bit. ‘Because I want to, obviously, not because you scared me into it with all that “this is how it’s going to go” thing.’
Kit’s smile deepened and what with the way he was now stroking the skin of her shoulders her stomach practically dissolved. ‘I’m sorry about that,’ he murmured. ‘But I wasn’t taking any chances.’
‘Don’t be,’ she said breathlessly. ‘It was very assertive. Very dynamic. Very alpha male.’
‘I’m delighted you think so.’
‘And attractive.’
He slid his hands beneath the spaghetti straps of her vest top and slowly inched them down. ‘How attractive exactly?’ he asked softly.
‘Extremely,’ she said, beginning to tremble.
‘So about these other things we could be doing…’
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