Page 119 of Deathmarch

“You’re killing me, you know that?”

“I want to make love to you.”

“Flipping finally.”

“You need rest and—”

“More lovemaking, less lecturing, please.”

He grinned. “I’m going to have to unwrap you out of this burrito first.”

“Oh, I thought that was your way of practicing safe sex.”

He laughed out loud as he peeled her free. “Christ, Allie, I missed you.”

“I thought about you now and then.”

After he cleared away the comforter, he untied the belt of her robe. Then she was naked.

She reached for him. “Hurry up.”

“I will not. I will look at my girl. I will look all I want.”

She responded with tugging his shirt free of his pants. She ran her fingers over the hills and valleys of his muscles. “You’re different too. I approve.”

“Good. Because my plan is that I’m going to be the last man you’ll ever see naked again, forever and ever.”

“Sure of ourselves, are we?” She stripped off his shirt and tossed it at the foot of the bed.

“I have a trick or two up my sleeves.”

She blinked. “You don’t have sleeves.”

“I love you.”

That was some trick. It had the power to render her silent. Harper Finnegan loved her, had her in his bed, had asked her to marry him.

“Are you sure?”

“One hundred percent.” His gaze never left hers for a second. “How is it possible to love someone this much?”

The words stole her breath. They were momentous. Made her ridiculously happy. Happier than she probably deserved, so she made a joke of them.

“You’re a detective. If you have questions, investigate.”

He held her gaze. “Wrong answer. I love you. What do you say back?”

“I don’t like being pressured.”

“Then tell me you don’t love me.”

She couldn’t. “I might love you, but I’m not going to tell you until later, because I don’t trust all this.”

“You can trust me. I’m an officer of the law.”

She rolled her eyes. “I trustyou. I don’t trust being this happy.”

“You’re happy?”