Page 99 of Dirty Filthy Boy
For what seems like hours, I wait until the knock on my door. With my heart pounding, I open it. It's him. I fly into his arms and he catches me. We kiss. A long, slow kiss that winds its way down my body and ends at the tips of my curling toes.
"I love you." His husky voice sets me trembling.
"I love you too."
"Yeah?" His smile almost blinds me with its brilliance.
"Yeah."
"So now that your article's done and published, will you finally move in with me?"
"I'll need to bring Rosco. He can't stay in that doggie spa forever."
"No problem. I have a great, big back yard for him to romp in. He'll love it. How's your collarbone?"
"Almost healed."
"Good, because there are some things I want to try with you once you're healthy."
"Like what?"
“Sweetheart, you’ll just have to wait to find out.”
“I’ll heal fast.”
“You’d better. Now. Much as I’d rather spend the time here making love to you—“
A tremble runs through me.
“—we must attend the celebration that’s being held downstairs in the ballroom. But afterwards—”
“Yes.”
“Afterwards, I’ll make love to you on that bed.” His kiss is long and sweet and filled with a promise I know he’ll keep.
“Can’t wait.”
“In the meantime, I have a present.” He dangles a key ring in front of me.
“What is it?”
“Turns out the Most Valuable Player award comes with a car.”
“But that’s yours.”
“What’s mine is yours. Forever and ever.” He hauls me into that hard body of his and kisses me again. “Will you marry me, MacKenna, and make an honest man out of me?”
I don’t even think about saying no.
