The Wish Granter (Ravenspire #2)(112)

He froze, his body as still as a stone except for the wild beating of his heart, and then slowly he looked at the cliff again. “It’s mine?”

“It’s yours.” She danced in place while he stared at the cliff. “You can build the cottage you always wanted. It’s actually quite a distance from the main road, so you’ll have plenty of privacy. Or if you don’t want a cottage, you could build a—”

He covered her lips with his. She lost herself in the gentle roughness of his mouth. In the way he fisted his hands in the back of her gown and dragged her against him as if he couldn’t stand to have a sliver of space between them.

When he finally came up for air, his eyes dark with emotion, she framed his face with her hands and said, “I’ll visit you often. So often, you’ll get sick of me.”

“I could never get sick of you.”

“I’ll bring pie.”

“I would expect no less.”

The look on his face lit the torch in her heart and sent tingles through her veins. “I love you,” she said softly.

He gave her his crinkle-eyed smile and whispered, “I love you too.”

And then he kissed her until the sound of the waves disappeared, until the feel of the grass beneath her feet was gone, and all that was left was the taste of his lips and the steady beat of her heart.