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He watches me intently to see my expressions which are a direct result of what he’s doing to me. He asks, “Do you love me?”

“Ye-yes.”

“Say it.”

“Ax,” I say, my eyes filling with water. It’s pressure. It’s pleasure. It’s his handsome face. His eyes. His intention. His desire to please me.

And boy is he ever.

“Say it.”

“I—I love you.”

He smiles, leans close to my lips, and says with darkened, exotic eyes, “I love you, too, Sunflower.”

He kisses me while his fingers stroke me into oblivion. And when he deepens the kiss, I lose it. My body shatters beneath him. I close my eyes and consume these trembles. I bear this indescribable feeling of ecstasy that travels through me without regard.

He releases my mouth and moves his hand away from me. Then he just stares at me while I pant and struggle to catch my breath. “Are you okay?”

“No.”

He grins. “You are.”

“No, I’m not,” I say, smiling. Panting.

“Then what are you going to do with this?” he asks, taking my hand and moving it to his member.

“I have no idea,” I say, then laugh.

Yeah, I already know I’m in trouble when it comes to that, but like everything else I do, I’m going to give it my all. But I guess I won’t be doing that this morning. Axel moves off of me and pulls me into his arms. Here I was thinking that he wanted to make love to me. I guess he was serious about what he said last night. He needs to wait, and while he does, I’ll have to come up with a strategy to handle a man like him. I’ll need all the prep I can get.

CHAPTER 34

We have dinner this eveningat the restaurant located on the resort. It’s bittersweet because we have to go back home tomorrow – back to reality. I have to tell my family what I’ve done because, well, I have to. I’m a whole married woman.

After we have dinner, we take a long walk on the beach, holding hands and feeling the breeze against our faces. It’s a wonderful feeling.

We stop walking, and then he turns to me and asks, “How are you feeling about all of this? About us?”

“I feel good about it.”

“You do?”

“Yes.”

“And you’re ready to face your brothers and tell them that we’re married?”

“Um…no, but I’ll deal with it. What about you? Are you ready to tell your parents?”

“I am.”

I grin a little and say, “They probably won’t believe you.”

“They won’t. Nobody will.”

He leans down and kisses me tenderly. Then he picks me up. I wrap my legs around his waist and indulge in a deep kiss of my own. Listening to the waves crashing together makes the atmosphere perfect. Feeling his arms around me is a feeling I’ll always cherish because I’m his and he’s mine. I’ve never belonged to anyone, but I belong to him. That brings me so much joy.

We return to the suite. I hate this part of trips – the packing up and leaving. But at least I’ll be taking home plenty of memories.

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