Be My Bride. Natalie Anderson
nothing hidden. Glorious desire surged as pure happiness filled her. She loved him. And he loved her.
She leaned closer, positively clinging. His hands clamped on her hips, an iron grip, stopping her instinctive circular sway against him.
‘We need a room. Now.’ He groaned, muttered a short swearword or three. ‘I can’t breathe for wanting you.’
She laughed, enjoying the heated agony in his eyes. ‘Don’t stop breathing.’
He frantically dug a hand into his pocket. ‘I’ve got an app on my phone.’
She lifted her brows and teased, ‘Another one?’
‘Hotel finder.’ He swiped and tapped at the screen. ‘I’m locating the nearest.’
‘Liam,’ she chuckled. ‘We’re leaning against the wall of a hotel right here.’
‘We are?’ He glanced up at the flag hanging on the corner of the building. ‘Thank God. Let’s get in there.’ He peeled away from the wall and took her hand in a death grip—but she was the one who led the way.
‘Together.’ She turned her head back to smile at him.
He stopped, tugging on her hand so she stopped too. He planted a kiss on her lips and then whispered, ‘Finally and for always.’
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