Page 61 of Maximum
“Yes. Just promise me that you understand that a label doesn’t come with a guarantee. Things might not work out between us.”
“It will! Everything is different with you, Fleur. I see you walking among the lions like a female Tarzan, and I just want to heave you over my shoulder and take you to the nearest priest and have him marry us.”
I laughed a little, enjoying his exaggeration. “What happened to the skeptic I met a few months ago?”
“He fell in love,” Maximum whispered against my jaw and kissed me. “Tell me again that you’re in love with me too.”
Nuzzling his nose with mine, I whispered the words against his lips. “I’m in love with you.”
His arms tightened around me. “You know I’m never letting you go again, right?”
“Don’t say that. I don’t want to worry that you’ll end up pestering me the way Pierre did.”
Maximum groaned again. “I’m not bloody Pierre and what you and I have is the real thing.” His words were slow and sounded so definite, as if he had looked into the future and seen it for himself.
“Let’s just take one day at a time. We still have half a week before we go back to Ireland and then we’ll have to figure out how to make things work.”
The lust in Maximum’s eyes when he followed his finger trailing down from my lips, over my neck, to my collarbone, made warmth spread in my womb.
“It’s like we started with the honeymoon before the wedding,” he whispered.
I arched an eyebrow in a warning look. “I might be ready to be your official girlfriend but talking about weddings and honeymoons makes me uneasy.”
Maximum smiled softly. “One day at a time, babe.”
