The Girl's Guide to (Man)Hunting (36 page)

“I love you,” she whispered on his next thrust.

He came with a yell, and she felt him deep inside her, coming hard. He tensed and rocked against her a few moments more, still staring into her eyes with his beautiful green ones, and then he collapsed on top of her.

She hugged him close, and caught the glint of her ring in a beam of sunlight. A ring. She was engaged to Dane Croft. Holy shit. “Are you sure you want to do this?”

“At least twice a day for the next thirty years,” he said in a husky voice, and she felt him kiss her collarbone.

She laughed. “No, dummy. The ring. Marriage.”

He rolled over on the bed and dragged her over him until they’d switched places and she lay sprawled atop of him. Then he went very still, his eyes serious. “Don’t you want to marry me?”

“Of course,” she said with a smile. “But don’t you think we’re moving too fast?”

“I like fast women,” he said, reaching down and playing with a lock of her hair. “I seem to recall someone who seduced me in the woods the very first night of class.”

“Are you complaining?” she said with a grin.

He pulled her down for another kiss. “Never.”