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shoulder. “I love you, too, Ethan.”
He gave an incoherent reply and tightened his arms.
Smiling, happier than she ever thought possible, Rosie asked, “When can we get married?”
He stopped breathing.
One second he was sucking air, sounding like a marathon runner, the next he was perfectly still. She barely felt his heartbeat—until it started drumming madly against her breast.
He raised his head, eyes agog. “Married?”
He appeared so horrified by the idea that Rosie considered slugging him. “Don’t say it like a dirty word, Ethan.”
“Well, no, but… marriage? ”
Oh, she didn’t feel like crying now. She was spitting mad and very determined. “I’m marrying you, Ethan Winters, so you might as well get used to it right now. And, by God, we’ll live in my house and plant flowers in the summer and get a damn dog and eventually have some kids and—”
The shock cleared from his face and he started to laugh. Rosie shoved at him, but he didn’t seem inclined to stop. “You think me being a mother is funny?” she demanded.
“No,” he gasped around his chuckles. “No, I swear.”
“Buffoon! Get off of me.”
Instead he dropped his whole weight on her and got his chuckles under control. He wore a tender smile and his eyes were twinkling when he said, “Rosie.”
“Don’t you ‘Rosie’ me!”
He kissed her, but it was a funny kiss because she was fighting him and he was snickering again.
“I love you,” he reminded her when she tried to twist his arm behind his back. “Ow, ouch. Rosie, I love you! Now stop that.”
Mulish, a little hurt, she let him go but glared at him.
He still looked entirely too close to hilarity. “Honey, I love you.” He touched her mouth, teasing. “You just took me by surprise, that’s all.”
He sounded sincere, she had to admit. “I’ve always known I loved you, Ethan.”
“Yeah, well, I’ve only had it figured out for a few hours, so how about just giving me some time?” He cupped her face, kissed her again, a tickling teasing kiss.
“And time will make you realize that we need to be married?”
He tried to sound somber when he said, “I’d consider myself a shallow ass if it didn’t.”
Relief washed over her and she found her own smile. “All right.”
With one last kiss, Ethan moved away from her. “Stay put. I’ll be right back.” Naked, gorgeous and far too sexy, he went out into the hall and then she heard water running in the bathroom.
Ethan loved her. The rest would come. It had to.
E THAN TOOK HIS TIME removing the condom, finding a washcloth, soaking it with warm water. Marriage. Damn, but Rosie only knew one speed—Mach.
She’d left him in the dust that time for sure. He’d been doing his best to reconcile the fact that he loved her, that she’d been a virgin, that she was a regular wildcat in bed—and bam! She’d planned out their whole lives, complete with a dog and kids.
But now that she’d brought it up, the idea appealed to him. He did love her, no doubt about that one. Once he’d admitted it to himself, the feeling had expanded and grown and all but consumed him. He couldn’t believe it had taken him so long to realize what was firmly rooted in hisheart. The strength of what he felt for her was even a little scary.
Ethan knew he couldn’t bear the idea of any other man touching her. So far, no other man had. If he played his cards right, no other man would. She was his in every sense of the word—and by God, he’d keep her. If that meant marriage, then so what? It wouldn’t make him care more for her, but if she needed that, then he’d give it to her.
A quiet little ceremony, with only two witnesses…yeah, he could do that. He wouldn’t like it, and he assumed some pretty ugly memories would plague him. But Rosie was worth any emotional discomfort.
He took a steadying breath, wrung out the washcloth, and headed back to the bedroom.
She hadn’t bothered to cover herself.
Ethan almost
He gave an incoherent reply and tightened his arms.
Smiling, happier than she ever thought possible, Rosie asked, “When can we get married?”
He stopped breathing.
One second he was sucking air, sounding like a marathon runner, the next he was perfectly still. She barely felt his heartbeat—until it started drumming madly against her breast.
He raised his head, eyes agog. “Married?”
He appeared so horrified by the idea that Rosie considered slugging him. “Don’t say it like a dirty word, Ethan.”
“Well, no, but… marriage? ”
Oh, she didn’t feel like crying now. She was spitting mad and very determined. “I’m marrying you, Ethan Winters, so you might as well get used to it right now. And, by God, we’ll live in my house and plant flowers in the summer and get a damn dog and eventually have some kids and—”
The shock cleared from his face and he started to laugh. Rosie shoved at him, but he didn’t seem inclined to stop. “You think me being a mother is funny?” she demanded.
“No,” he gasped around his chuckles. “No, I swear.”
“Buffoon! Get off of me.”
Instead he dropped his whole weight on her and got his chuckles under control. He wore a tender smile and his eyes were twinkling when he said, “Rosie.”
“Don’t you ‘Rosie’ me!”
He kissed her, but it was a funny kiss because she was fighting him and he was snickering again.
“I love you,” he reminded her when she tried to twist his arm behind his back. “Ow, ouch. Rosie, I love you! Now stop that.”
Mulish, a little hurt, she let him go but glared at him.
He still looked entirely too close to hilarity. “Honey, I love you.” He touched her mouth, teasing. “You just took me by surprise, that’s all.”
He sounded sincere, she had to admit. “I’ve always known I loved you, Ethan.”
“Yeah, well, I’ve only had it figured out for a few hours, so how about just giving me some time?” He cupped her face, kissed her again, a tickling teasing kiss.
“And time will make you realize that we need to be married?”
He tried to sound somber when he said, “I’d consider myself a shallow ass if it didn’t.”
Relief washed over her and she found her own smile. “All right.”
With one last kiss, Ethan moved away from her. “Stay put. I’ll be right back.” Naked, gorgeous and far too sexy, he went out into the hall and then she heard water running in the bathroom.
Ethan loved her. The rest would come. It had to.
E THAN TOOK HIS TIME removing the condom, finding a washcloth, soaking it with warm water. Marriage. Damn, but Rosie only knew one speed—Mach.
She’d left him in the dust that time for sure. He’d been doing his best to reconcile the fact that he loved her, that she’d been a virgin, that she was a regular wildcat in bed—and bam! She’d planned out their whole lives, complete with a dog and kids.
But now that she’d brought it up, the idea appealed to him. He did love her, no doubt about that one. Once he’d admitted it to himself, the feeling had expanded and grown and all but consumed him. He couldn’t believe it had taken him so long to realize what was firmly rooted in hisheart. The strength of what he felt for her was even a little scary.
Ethan knew he couldn’t bear the idea of any other man touching her. So far, no other man had. If he played his cards right, no other man would. She was his in every sense of the word—and by God, he’d keep her. If that meant marriage, then so what? It wouldn’t make him care more for her, but if she needed that, then he’d give it to her.
A quiet little ceremony, with only two witnesses…yeah, he could do that. He wouldn’t like it, and he assumed some pretty ugly memories would plague him. But Rosie was worth any emotional discomfort.
He took a steadying breath, wrung out the washcloth, and headed back to the bedroom.
She hadn’t bothered to cover herself.
Ethan almost
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