Chapter 33
THIRTY-THREE
NANCY
If someone had asked what my biggest nightmare was before this moment, I would have said falling off the top of a building. But declaring my love to a man for the first time while he’s giving me an orgasm is now at the top of the list.
I cannot figure out what his expression means, which freaks me out even more.
I shouldn’t be telling someone I love them when I don’t even know their expressions.
Is he mad? That doesn’t seem likely. Scared?
I doubt it. He asked me to marry him and was very serious about it, apparently.
Shocked? Maybe he’s shocked. But then I see it, the tiny line running between his eyes. Worry. He’s worried I don’t mean it.
His worry gives me the boost I need to own what I said. Taking his head in my hands, I ignore the fact I’m naked from the waist down and that I can feel his need pressing into me. What a ridiculous state of things, yet how incredibly appropriate.
“Karl Hore, I meant it. I meant it a whole lot.” His blue eyes widen seconds before his hand finds the back of my head, and his mouth crashes against mine, kissing the ever-loving daylights out of me.