The Playboy's Baby(63)

When the kiss grew strength, and his mouth slanted over hers, a thought occurred to her. She pulled back enough to meet his gaze. “Ronnie and I aren’t dating. We only had coffee. I told him I wasn’t interested in anything romantic. He said that was good because he refused to compete against you.”

His chest rumbled against her with his quiet laugh. “Somehow, I’m not surprised he noticed. Ronnie’s my eyes and ears. He doesn’t miss much.”

She frowned. “Why didn’t you offer him my job?”

“I did. He didn’t want it. Says he likes his job too much.” He leaned down, his voice lowering to a husky murmur against her lips. “Tell me you love me again.”

“I love you.” She whispered the words again and again with each tiny kiss she pressed to his lips. It floored her. Never in a million years would she have thought she’d find the love of her life in him, yet it felt like the most natural extension of their relationship.

When finally she pulled back, he reached both hands up to brush her hair back from her face. “Now tell me you’ll marry me.”

Her breath caught in her throat, and she searched his eyes, finding only sincerity. “You’re serious?”

“Very.” He nodded. “I don’t want to lose you. Ever.”

Tears welled in her eyes, emotion clogging her throat. She didn’t want to lose him either. They were a family, the three of them.

She could only think of one thing to say to that, and leaned up on her tiptoes to press her lips to his. “Yes.”

He seized her mouth and kissed her long and deep and tender. Finally, after what seemed an eternity, he pulled back.

“I have to warn you.” He stared down at her, tender heat flaring in his eyes. “I’ve decided something else.”

“What’s that?”

“I want kids. Lots of them.”

She slid a hand up his chest to the back of his neck and pulled his mouth back down to hers. “I’m okay with that.”