Page 182 of The Billionaire's Fake Wife
"Huh?"
"When actually... No... In reality, what I want to say... I mean..." I draw in a breath. Fuck, get a grip on your emotions man.
"You... You okay, Sin?"
Nope.
I've never been better, never as good as now, when everything is so clear to me. I square my shoulders, "What I actually want to say is that I loved you when I hated you. I loved you when I didn't want anything to do with you. When I thought I wanted revenge for something that wasn't your fault, and now when I know I love you... I can't stop thinking about you... The truth is, I am crazy about you Summer. I can't live without you. Not for one second more. So, what do you say, Bird, will you be mine?"
Her eyes shine. Her chin wobbles.
Fuck. I went too far. That will teach me to try and restrain myself. All it did, was bottle up my goddam true emotions and then it all surged forward... into the worst, terrible, unintentional, proposal. I am done. So done.
I swallow. My heart hammers; my pulse pounds. Adrenaline laces my blood. If she turns me down... I'll... I'll... fucking let her go, that's what. Then I'll haunt her for the rest of her life, while I jerk off every night to the images of her gorgeous face.
Her lips tremble, her chin quivers, then tears stream down her face.
"Fuck, Summer. Don't cry."
"Cry?" she sniffles. "You think I'm upset?"
"Aren't you?"
"Nope." She swallows, "That... that was the most romantic thing anyone has ever said to me. You didn't hold back. For the first time, you said what was on your mind without thinking, with real feeling. You were there, present, for every single second of that proposal." She wipes her face. "The first part wa-a-s a little convoluted, and very obscene, by the way."
"Why you little tease." I growl
"I forgive you for it."
I blink, "You do?"
“Yep." She nods. "I know how it is, sometimes your mind is racing forward and then the words pour out. It's called, obeying your instinct."
"Eh?"
"It's okay, Sin." She pats my cheek, "I'll take it, both your proposals, and also..." She holds out her fingers.
I chuckle, slide the ring onto her left ring finger.
She glances at it and fresh tears pour down her cheeks. My heart stutters; something hot stabs my gut. "Bloody hell, Bird, don't cry. I can't deal with your tears."
"Sorry." She sniffles. "It's just... It's so..."
"Gorgeous?"
"It's—"
"Stupendous?" I smirk. "You love it, I know."
"Sinclair Sterling, shut up and kiss me already."
"With pleasure." I spring up, wrap my fingers around her nape, tug her to me and lower my lips to hers.
She moans, that little throaty whine, and my cock thickens.
I kiss her deeply, nibble on her lower lip until her mouth opens, then thrust my tongue inside her honeyed mouth and draw on her essence. She twists her fingers on my lapel, pulls herself closer, until she's folded into me, her breasts crushed against my chest. The blood rushes to my groin. Fuck. I need her. Want her. Now. I slide my other arm around her waist, down to her—
Paws patter on the wooden floor, the door pushes open the rest of the way and Max rushes, in barking wildly.
