Lifemate Connections: Eryn

and she could barely breathe.

Through it all, his gaze held hers, as if demanding she pay attention, demanding she acknowledge what lie between them. Which she had many times during the long six months that had separated them. This was little more than proof of what she'd long known.

That this was right.

They were right.

It didn't matter if they were still strangers in so many ways. They had the hours to explore each other, learn about each other. A lifetime of hours, in fact.

Marry me, Eryn. Spend your life with me. Be mine forever.

I was yours from the minute you asked me to dance, and then proceed to show me your definition of it.

His amusement bubbled through her mind, lifting her so high it felt as if they were dancing amongst the stars.

That was your fault, woman. You looked too damn hot.

That's not much of an excuse.

Who said it was an excuse?

He kissed her then, his mouth as demanding as his body.

His strokes became faster, harder, so that her whole body shuddered with it and it felt as if she would shatter into a thousand pleasured pieces.

Then we've reached an agreement? came his thought.

Only if I'm not going to have to listen to you blabber through my mind every time we make love.

In other words, shut up and concentrate?

Sounds like a plan to me. She wrapped her arms around his neck and smiled into his beautiful eyes. After all, you have a pinnacle you've waited six months to reach.

I'm reaching it, my love.

Then take me with you.

He did.

And all she could do was thank God she'd fallen for a man who did what he was told where it mattered most.