Page 281 of Hate to Love You
He barks out a laugh, one that our family behind him echoes.
“Forever, I do,” he states back.
Without hesitation he slides the ring onto my finger, kissing me like a man on fire, consumed by every emotion that rages beneath his skin.
However, as he pulls away his head whips to the priest.
“We said I do!” He snaps over his shoulder,
“Oh! Right!” The nervous priest stammers, before quickly clearing his throat, “By the power vested in me, by the State of Nevada, I now pronounce you husband and wife.”
Roman pulls me against his body, before dipping me back and kissing me hard.
“I love you, Abigail,” he whispers against my lips.
“And I love you, Roman,” I whisper back, cupping his beautiful face. “I hate how much I love you.”
He grins wickedly, pulling me back up on my feet and kissing my earlobe.
“How about I take you back to the hotel,” he whispers darkly against my ear. “And you can fuck me like you mean it?”
“Or,” I smile, biting my lip. “You can.”
