Authors: Diana Palmer
He tore his mouth away finally and buried it against her soft throat. With a sense of wonder, she felt the big arms that were holding her tremble.
“I thought you hated me,” she whispered, drowning in the unbelievable sensation of loving and being loved.
“For what?” he asked gruffly. “Trying to seduce me on the beach?”
“I wasn't,” she protested weakly.
“It felt like it. You'll never know exactly how close to it you came.”
“I loved you so,” she whispered, “and I thought I'd lost you, and I wanted one perfect memory…”
“It was that,” he said softly. His arms contracted lovingly. “I'll always see you the way you looked in the moonlight, with your skin like satin, glowing…”
“Blake!” she whispered, reddening.
“Don't be embarrassed,” he said quietly. “Or ashamed. It was beautiful, Kate, every second of it was beautiful. It's going to be like that every time I touch you, for the rest of our lives.”
She drew away and looked up at him. “That long?” she asked.
He searched her soft green eyes. “That long. Will you marry me?”
“Yes.”
He reached down and brushed her mouth with his, very gently—a seal on the promise. “I hope you like children,” he murmured against her soft lips.
She smiled lazily. “How many do you want?”
“Let's get married next week and talk about it.”
“Next week!” Her mouth flew open. “Blake, I can't! The invitations, and I'll have to have a gown…!”
He stopped the flow of words with his mouth. Through a fog of sensation, she felt his hands moving slowly, expertly, on her soft body and she moaned.
He drew back a breath. “Next week,” he whispered unsteadily.
“Next week,” she agreed under her breath and reached up to draw his head back down.
Outside, the sunset was lending a rose glow to the bay, where fishing boats rocked gently at the shore. And in the orange and gold swirls of color on the horizon there was a promise of blue skies ahead.
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DIANA PALMER
The prolific author of more than one hundred books, Diana Palmer got her start as a newspaper reporter. A multi–
New York Times
bestselling author and one of the top ten romance writers in America, she has a gift for telling the most sensual tales with charm and humor. Diana lives with her family in Cornelia, Georgia.
Visit her website at
www.DianaPalmer.com
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