Page 71 of Surrender to the Ruthless Billionaire
‘Are you asking me to marry you?’
Cristina held his gaze. The certainty she had craved for her entire life rose up inside her and she nodded. ‘Yes. Yes, I am.’
She held her breath, her pulse jumping with hope and love, and then with joy as relief and happiness spread across his face and he kissed her again.
‘Is that a yes?’ she croaked, when finally he lifted his mouth.
He pulled her closer, steadying her body against his, his eyes as dark and damp as the surf-splashed rocks beneath their feet.
‘No. But this is.’
And, lowering his mouth, he kissed her again, pressing her so close that nothing could come between them.
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