Dare to Touch (Dare to Love 3)

“One thing I know for sure, life with you will never be boring.”

“Well, I should hope not.”

He nuzzled his cheek against hers. “Whatever happens from now on, we handle it together, do you understand?”

She nodded, hugging him back with a desperation he appreciated, given that he’d been convinced he was about to lose her for good.

“And if you’re pregnant, we’re in this the same way. Together. Right?” he asked.

Once more, she nodded, but she didn’t peel them apart to look at him or speak.

“What do you say we go home?”

“Home?” she squeaked, this time easing back so she could see his face.

“Home. That big apartment upstairs, for now. Until I can get started on the house, the white picket fence, and the dog.” Because he wasn’t letting her out of his sight for a good long while. Okay, not ever.

“Is that your inelegant way of asking me to move in with you?” She raised one eyebrow.

“No way, baby. I’m not asking. I’m insisting. When I buy the ring, which will be first chance I get, then I’ll ask you to marry me.”

“Maybe you should just insist on that too. You know I like it when you’re bossy.”

She shifted her hips, her sex brushing against his awakening erection, and he groaned.

He thought about it and shrugged. Why wait? “Olivia Dare, you’re not only moving in, you’re marrying me. Any objections?”

“Not one.” She grinned, clearly happy and as invested in their future as he was.

Finally.

Epilogue

“Tell me why I said I wanted to do this again?” Olivia asked, moaning as she climbed back into bed from another trip to the bathroom. Another round of morning sickness. Another time she’d brushed her teeth and promised herself it would be the last time for a good long while.

Dylan pushed her hair off her face and kissed her forehead. “Are you sure you don’t want to call Ian and Riley and tell them we can’t make it?”

She shook her head. “You’ve never met my New York cousins, and I really want you to get to know them.”

“Only if you’re up to it.”

She managed a smile. “I am. I feel better already.”

“Liar.”

“Is that any way to talk to the soon-to-be mother of your child?” Sure enough, the second time in her life she’d been stupid about protection, she’d ended up pregnant.

“You’re also my wife.”

She grinned, holding up her left hand with the diamond ring and the matching wedding band beneath. “I sure am.”

Once given the green light, Dylan had moved fast. Within a week of her turnaround, they’d been engaged. And no sooner had she discovered she was pregnant than they’d eloped to Las Vegas, taking a page from Madison and Alex’s playbook. Unlike Alex, she’d invited her mother and any siblings available at the last minute, so there were no upset relatives to deal with afterwards.

He rolled onto his side and gazed at her. “I love you.”

“I know.” He’d proved it over and over, sticking by her when a lesser man would have given up. “I love you too.”

“Do you have any idea how sexy you are?” he asked.