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"What're you doing?"

"Taking you to bed." He closed his mouth over hers, preventing her from saying anything else. Kara felt her body going limp and had no choice but to indulge in the kiss. Her arms went around his neck as she met his hungry demands with an ardor of her own.

She had been wondering and despairing whether she would ever see him again, and now she was here in his arms. He had not only declared his love for her but had proposed. And oh God! She was going to say yes.

Lifting his head, he scanned her face, his eyes glowing with golden fire as he took in the languid passion that glazed hers.

"You haven't answered my question."

"What question?" she asked dazedly. Her lips were throbbing and her body was on fire.

"The one where you decide if you want to marry me."

"Oh, that question." Stretching languidly, she waited until he had set her down on the bed. A seductive smile curved her lips as she watched him sit on the side to take off her shoes. "Will I have to clean up your mess? You're not very tidy and I'm obsessively organized."

He glanced over at her, his expression indulgent. "We could come to a compromise. I'm loaded. We could hire someone."

"I'm not sure I would like living in a trailer."

He tossed the shoes behind him and scooted up some more to start on her slacks. "I like your cottage and I'm secure enough in my masculinity to move in with you."

She blinked at him. "You would?"

"Hmm. Anything else?"

"Not right now." She lifted her arms so he could remove her jacket and blouse.

"Good, because I don't want to talk anymore."

"The answer is yes," she murmured.

"What?" He was busy taking off her bra.

"I'll marry you."

Chapter 15

"You're overdressed," she whispered.

"So, I am." Easing up, he tugged off the sweater and tossed it aside carelessly.

"That's cashmere," she protested.

"So?" He grinned at her. He suddenly felt boyish and carefree. He toed off his boots and then lifted his hips to take off his pants. "You'll find that I don't have much regard for clothes."

His underwear was next and had her humming in her throat. The glaring inks from his tattoos stood out against the golden tan of his skin. Muscles rippled with the slightest movement.

"There's something else." He trailed a hand down her arm and along her ribcage.

"What?"

"I hate shopping. I love you to death and would give my life for you, but that's where I draw the line. You're not going to drag me into any store at all to look at some cute little outfit or a pair of to-die-for shoes. I have an account at Romano's, and they deliver."

"To-die-for shoes?" She lifted tapered brows and delighted herself in running her hands up and down his heavily muscled chest, fingers tangling in the dense dark hairs there. "No one says that anymore. And I happen to like shopping."

"That might be a deal breaker." He kissed the tip of her nose and then trailed his lips over her cheek. "Promise me you won't be dragging me off to stores."

"No promises." She arched beneath his skillful fingers as he cupped her breasts and weighed them in his palms. "What about shopping for furniture or baby items?"