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His eyes lifted to hers. “I want a proper ceremony in a chapel, with you wearing your dream dress. I want a splash so that the world can know that we belong to each other. I want to whisk you away to Europe or the Caribbean for a proper honeymoon. And I want it done on Christmas Day.”

“Robert, darling, Christmas is two weeks…,” her voice tailed off at the indescribable look on his face.

“Say it again,” he urged.

“What?”

“Darling. You called me, darling.”

Her heart contracted and almost burst so much that it was overflowing. It had slipped out of her mouth, but to him it meant a great deal.

“My darling.” Her voice shook with emotions and his body swelled even more. Bending his head, he seized her lips in a kiss that had her melting against him.

Shifting so that his body was covering hers, he deepened the kiss until there was a sensation of madness surrounding them. Her fingers drifted to his neck and then the bunched muscles of his shoulders and then to his back.

Reaching between them, he lifted his body, his mouth still fused to hers as he guided just the tip of his swollen shaft at her opening. He toyed with her, rubbing, probing, until she felt as if she was going slowly insane. And then when she thought she could not take anymore, he entered her, driving into her until he was completely sheathed.

He somehow managed to take it slow, which wasn’t easy by a long shot. She was tight, wet, and intense. She was holding him inside her in a way that had never happened before. Everything was a first with her and it bowled him over, so much so that he was tempted to be rough, to go fast, to drive into her until he touched her soul.

But he wanted to prolong the exquisite pleasure of being one with her. She was his. This beautiful woman belonged to him, exclusively and he was fiercely possessive about it.

He had almost killed a man for touching her, hadn’t he? He had had to drive off the need to do so and it hadn’t been necessary.

She was here in his arms, on his bed with him deep inside her. He wanted to make children with her. Build a life with her. Making money had been his one true calling, his source of contentment, but never happiness. Now he had found the source. Her.

Ending the kiss, he cupped her face so that he could witness her eyes when she came. He wanted to see her reaction. “Let go, baby.” He urged when he felt her stiffening.

“It’s too much.”

“Just let go, my love.” He drove into her and forced her up and over and felt a thrill of pleasure so intense that it shattered him. Her lips parted as she panted his name and arched her body.

The climax was vicious, brutal and took him along for the ride. He showered her with his seed, watering the mouth of her womb, his long, lean body shuddering on top of hers as he let go of pride, self, pain, insecurities and poured everything he was feeling inside her.

Even when he reluctantly eased off her so as not to crush her, he held her cradled against his damp chest. His heart was still unsteady, his body still shuddering, and the night was far from being over. He would make love to her again, because the craving was still there, eating away at him, consuming his entire being.

He was going to have her several more times before tumbling into slumber.

And he spoke of their wedding.

“You would not have to lift a finger. I have a capable assistant and I could hire a wedding planner. There is…”

He stopped when she placed two elegant fingers over his lips. “I have every intention of planning my own wedding.” She told him softly, her expression still luminous from the lovemaking. “Hire the wedding planner, yes- “A smile curved her lips.

“Because it’s certainly going to take a team to get it done in the appointed time.” She eyed him thoughtfully. “Why Christmas Day, specifically? Does it hold any significance for you?”

He nodded and could not resist taking her lips and kissing her tenderly. “I made my first million on that day. I was in Texas, and it was icy cold. The oil well I was working on, the one I had invested every penny, based only on gut instinct finally came in.

I had risked everything, gathered a few roughnecks to help with the drilling and it had been an arduous few months and themoney I saved up was dwindling. I was wondering if I had taken on too much too quickly when the well came in,” he smiled whimsically. “I was twenty-six and it had been a killer journey.”

He used the pad of his thumb to stroke her cheek. “I toasted you with a bottle of expensive champagne. And had the wild thought of finding you and kidnapping you, taking you away from whoever you were seeing. I had seen photos of you with some actor and I knew I couldn’t compete.”

“Robert.” Her voice was aching, her expression regretful. “Please.”

He grinned at her. “No, baby. I did not tell you for you to feel badly, I just wanted you to know why I am, so hell bent on us having a proper wedding and on that day.” His expression turned sober. “Even though I had reached the million-dollar mark, it was a hollow victory, without you to share it with me. Now I have you, darling.”

Tears gave her eyes a shine, before sliding down her cheeks.

“Yes, you do.” She whispered. “And it would be an honor to stand before the world and become your wife for the second time.” Her fingers touched the slight indentation in his strong chin and was not quite steady. “I want your children,” she continued huskily. “A son with your determination and force and a daughter with this shade of hair.”

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