"If I say yes," I begin, watching relief flicker in his eyes, "I need to know this is forever. No groupies on the road. No women whose names you can't remember in the morning."
"Have I ever given you cause to think I would?" His thumb traces circles along my jawline.
"No. But we were together in sleepy Nantucket. Not Manhattan, Paris, London—all the glittering places where temptation lives."
"Tara." He cups my face in both hands. "That life was a long time ago. You must see I've changed. You and Posey—you're everything I want. Forever."
The sincerity in his voice undoes me completely.
"Yes," I breathe. "It's an honor to be your wife."
He kisses me then, soft and reverent at first, then deeper as I melt against him.
When we finally break apart, his forehead rests against mine.
"I love you, Tara Thompson. Soon to be Tara Crow."
"I love you too."
He stands, pulling me with him toward the bedroom.
"Let me show you exactly how much."
CHAPTER 49
TARA
"What are you doing? Giving me the grand tour?" I say lightly as Cameron escorts down a long hallway.”
“Just showing you our bedroom," he says.
I almost gasp.
The bedroom looks like something you'd see in a film. Or in a high-end interior design magazine.
Soaring floor-to-ceiling windows, with the city glittering in front of us. A bed so massive it looks almost unreal.
“Why is your bed so big?” I say, the high-end sparkler and marriage proposal making me bold. "Do you have orgies on that bed, Mr. Rockstar?”
His looks at me through darkened eyes, a smirk quirking his lips. “Only a few times.”
The smile is just wicked enough that I can’t tell if he’s joking.
Cameron pulls me in closer for a kiss. His velvet lips press firmly against mine.
His hands ae already unzipping the gorgeous new dress he bought me.
It falls into a silken pool around my ankles.
Suddenly, I'm aware that I'm wearing lacey lingerie and high heels near a window.
Thousands of people in the surrounding office buildings and apartments could see us through the glass.
“Can you lower the window shade? I'm only wearing lingerie."
“No worries. That will come off too,” he says, stepping toward me.
He unhooks my wispy bra slowly, taking his time. His eyes express delight at what he sees beneath the silk.
