Page 168 of The Re-Proposal

Isn’t that what her kiss meant?

She’s ready to be mine again.

“Would you like some wine?” I ask, moving to the kitchen to cool down.

Ris looks like she wants to explore the house and I would never deny this woman anything. Even if my own raging desire is out of control.

“That depends. Is Doberman and his team coming over?”

I freeze halfway to the island counter, hearing a seductive note in her voice. “No.”

The reason I flew her to my private island was to shake off my team. No one knows about this property. We also have security cameras on all perimeters. There’s no chance of Winifred or anyone sneaking in. Which means there’s no need for Doberman to be right outside my door.

“Are there any,” she clasps her hands together, “security cameras?”

I take a ragged breath and move toward her. Dragging my hand down her back, I whisper, “No security cameras. Anything you do in here is for my eyes only.”

“Then forget the wine and kiss me again.”

“With pleasure.” Swooping in, I press my lips to hers so roughly that she moans. Breath ragged, I tangle my fingers in the back of her neck and drag her closer. Her curvy body thrusts against mine. She’s practically clawing at my chest.

Pulling back just slightly, I look into her eyes and let the darkness, the overwhelming beast that belongs to her, come out.

“I swear to you, Ris. I won’t ever leave you again. No more broken promises. No more wrong choices. I’ll always choose you.”

Our eyes fuse together.

Hers are dark chocolate storms, hazy with equal parts desire and fragility.

“Don’t break that promise this time,” she says.

I devour her lips again, sealing my vow with a kiss.

Sweet mercy. It’s perfect.

It’s home.

She tastes like wine and strawberries.

Like college nights under rusty fans and tiny cots that could barely fit my body and hers.

Like laughter and holding hands in the quad.

Fiery. Uncomplicated. Youthful.

The past and the present collide as I walk her backward.

We’re different people.

Better in some ways.

Worse for wear in others.

But that fire between us, that connection we have—we’ll always have—burns bright.

“I’m going to rip you apart tonight, princess,” I growl, guiding my hand down the curve of her spine.

“Sounds painful,” she whispers against my lips.

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