“That’s it.Now keep breathing.In, out, in, out.Good.”
She struggled to do as he asked, but it wasn’t easy.“Sorry,” she said in a strained voice.“But that’s not the sort of thing I hear every day.”
He gazed at her with loving concern.“I sure hope not.”
She looked into his eyes.She’d suspected he was falling in love with her, but she’d never in a million years expected him to say so.“Why are you telling me this?”she asked.
“In hopes I could get you to say the same thing back to me.”
“And then what?”
He nudged her gently with his arousal.“We have an hour before the group comes back from their moonlit limo ride.”
“No.”
The light in his eyes dulled.“No, you don’t love me?”
“Yes, I love you, but no, we won’t be frolicking in the sheets for the next hour.”
The gleam returned to his eyes.“Why not?”
“Because this love talk is bad enough, but if you throw in a session with your talented and very large equipment, I won’t be able to survive your leaving tomorrow, that’s why.”
He leaned down and brushed his lips across hers.“Which means I have to stay.”
Her breath caught at that sweet contact.“Don’t be ridiculous.You can’t stay.You’ll ruin your career.”
“My career will be fine.”He feathered a light kiss on her mouth.“I’m just afraid I’ll be in the way around here.I can handle your ledgers like no one you’ve ever seen, but as you know, I can’t ride and I can’t rope and I’m scared of snakes and big ugly bugs.”
“You think I care about that?”
He lifted his head to gaze at her.“I thought you did, yeah.I thought I wasn’t cowboy enough for you.”
“Oh,Quinn.”She pulled his head down and proceeded to kiss him until the press of his arousal became very prominent indeed.
Gasping, he levered himself away from her.“Is that a yes?”
“I don’t recall you asking a question.”
“I didn’t?Damn.Okay, let’s make it a two-parter.First part — will you marry me?And second part — can we get rid of these clothes and get to it before that limo pulls up in front of the house?”
She smiled at him, her heart brimming with happiness.“Here’s a one-part answer to your two-part question.Yes.”
“Hallelujah.”Quinn began unbuttoning her blouse at a furious pace.
“Oh, Quinn, we haven’t talked about children!”
“Do we have to right now?”He tugged off her jeans and panties in one motion.“We only have about forty-four minutes left.”He pulled his shirt over his head without unbuttoning it.
“We certainly do have to talk about children, unless you came prepared for this encounter, which I seriously doubt, because I happen to know Fred’s supply was nearly exhausted last night.”
Quinn paused, his pants half off.“He told you I swiped?”
“Yes, and he’s about out by now.So, are we having kids or not?’
“That’s up to you.”Quinn pulled a foil-wrapped square from his pocket before letting the slacks fall to the floor.
“Are you taking Fred’s last one?”
