“Whatever,” he confirmed, his lips dangerously close to hers. “Can you forgive me?”
She hmmed, but in her shining bright blue eyes, he saw he was already forgiven. It was enough to send his confidence through the roof. His strength returned like Samson with a full head of hair. He was enough for this woman. He was the only man who could fill her heart and make her body sing. She was the only woman for him—the only one who could crack through the wall he’d been trapped behind for years.
“You’re for me, honey,” he said before he placed a tender kiss on the center of her lips.
“You’re for me,” she confirmed, gripping his neck tight.
“One favor?” he asked.
“Just one?”
“For now.”
“What’s that?”
“Don’t make me wait until our second wedding night to take you to bed again.”
Her warm laugh tickled his lips as he folded her into his arms. “I’d never put myself through that kind of torture twice.”
She melted into him, her body softening against his as she twined her arms around his neck.
“Is that a yes?” he asked when she gave him a chance to catch his breath.
“Yes.”
He bent and scooped her into his arms. “To the wedding or the sex?”
“Yes to both.”
He wasted no time carrying her upstairs to his bedroom and showing her exactly how much he missed her. Exactly how much she meant to him and exactly how much he loved her.
On the cusp of her orgasm, he proposed again, vowing to love her forever. On his own release he repeated the word.
Forever.
It sounded like the perfect place to start.