"I meant every word of those vows, Kate," he says, his voice rough with desire.
"Me too," I gasp. "And now I'm going to make another one: I'm going to love you until you don't have any more love left to give."
I press him backwards then, and he stumbles a step, running up against the chair that I'd been eyeing since we got in here. His gorgeous body—all thick lines and solid muscle—looks incredible against the light fabric of the old chair. I give him a gentle shove and he sits down hard, looking at me in surprise.
"I hope you're comfortable," I rasp and step up so I'm standing between his knees.
"Just a little cold," he grins and put a hand around my thigh. "But I know how to fix that."
