Page 23 of Brand Me, Cowboy's Second Chance

Anny's arms wind around my neck. And just like that, the air shifts.

The candles flicker, and the heat between us builds. Her eyes darken as her lips hover above mine. "I love you, Fallon."

I kiss her slowly and deeply at first, sealing my promises. Then it grows messy and frenzied. Anny gasps when I tug her shirt over her head. Her hands slide up my chest. She moans when I unclasp her bra and trace my mouth over the swell of her breast.

From there, it's a blur. We lie back on a blanket draped over the hay. Our bodies tangle in soft light and shared heat. Everything else falls away. The ranch. Our past. All the gossip. Gone.

All that's left is us.

We move together. It's like we're fighting for every second we lost while I was away. Her fingers dig into my shoulders as she whispers my name, over and over, until it's the only thing I hear. I keep her there, worshiping her curves and claiming what's mine.

When she falls apart beneath me, I fall with her.

And afterward, when she's curled against me and I can feel her heartbeat under my hand, I kiss her temple and say, "Let's do this thing tomorrow.”

“What?” She turns to look at me in surprise.

“Anny I’m serious. I’m done waiting. I love you and I want you to marry me tomorrow."

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