by Grimm, Sarah
He cupped her face in his hands, leaned forward and kissed her. A long, thorough kiss that lazily explored her mouth, demanding a response without holding anything back.
Startled, she wondered why he would choose to kiss her when she couldn’t catch her breath. Within a matter of seconds, she knew. Her heartbeat slowed, the pressure in her chest eased. He kissed her temple, her cheek, and her jaw before returning for one last gentle press of his lips to hers.
“Better?”
“I can’t marry you.”
He jerked. The raw emotion in his eyes sounded in his voice. “Why not?”
“I can’t give you what you want.”
“You’ve said that from the beginning, but you’re wrong. You’re what I want.”
“I can’t give you children.”
Keeping his gaze locked with hers, he lifted her left hand and pressed a kiss into her palm. “I don’t care about that.”
“Of course you do, you love kids.”
“I love you.” He turned her hand over, watched as he slid the ring on her finger. “I love you, Isabeau More than you’ll ever know.”
A symphony of sound exploded in her head as her music returned to her in a rush. She lifted her face to gaze into his incredible green eyes—eyes that saw everything, even her.
“Marry me. Build a life with me, a future.”
The music shifted, changed to a gentle melody. It swelled inside of her the same way her love for him swelled. She took a trembling breath and drew in his scent, bringing with it a desperate need to lose herself in his arms. “Yes,” she whispered. “I love you, Noah. I’ll marry you on one condition.”
“What condition?”
Smoothing her hands up his chest, she cupped his face in her palms. “That you include in your promise of forever, the promise to never stop touching me.”
His smile was slow, intimate. “I can do that.” He slipped his hands between their bodies and pulled the robe’s sash free. Parting the silk, he settled his hands on her ribs. “Let’s start working on that one right now.”
Her breath caught as his hands began their ascent, gliding up to cover her breasts. When he pressed a kiss to her shoulder, she sighed. She’d found everything she’d ever hoped for and never thought she’d find.
Threading her fingers through his hair, Isabeau sank into him as he eased the robe down her arms. “Let’s,” she said, before pressing her lips to his.
A word about the author...
As a young girl, Sarah Grimm always had a story to tell. At times they were funny, other times scary, but they were always happily-ever-after.
Sarah spent years scribbling in notebooks, filling the pages with partial chapters and the margins with titles and story ideas. She told friends that the characters spoke to her, and that she was compelled to get their stories on paper. Eventually, she sat down at a computer and wrote her first complete tale of dangerously sexy suspense. That book, Not Without Risk, was received by an excited and supportive audience.
Sarah lives in West Michigan with her husband, two sons and three mini schnauzers. Between mom’s taxi service, parts runs and answering the phone for the family marine repair business, Sarah can be found curled in her favorite chair, crafting her next novel.
Visit Sarah at
www.sarahgrimm.com
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