Say You Love Me (Pine Valley Book 3)(67)By: Heather B. Moore
“Are you telling me the truth?” he whispered.
“Always,” she said, then kissed him at the base of his throat.
Dawson ran his hands up her back and into her hair. “Say you love me, then.”
She drew away, but her hands stayed on his arms. “I should have never told you that about my grandma. Now you’re going to use it against me.”
“Not against you, but if it works to encourage you . . .” He raised his brows, waiting.
She looped her arms about his neck. “All right. You win. I love you, Mr. Harris.” Then she kissed him, for real this time. No more teasing.
Dawson groaned and pulled her close, claiming her mouth, kissing her so she wouldn’t ever doubt that he was willing to back up his words with actions.
“So,” Clara said when they finally drew away to get in some breathing time, “when should we invite your parents over?”
“Really? That’s what you’re thinking about?” he asked.
“No, I was thinking about how you’re an amazing kisser and how much I love you,” she said, her smile growing. “That led to thinking about what you said about the spaghetti dinner, and that reminded me about inviting your parents over.” She shrugged. “Truth.”
“Okay, I can live with that,” Dawson said. “Since it included you thinking about how much you love me.” He raised his brows in question.
“Which is . . . a lot?” she asked.
He grinned. “That’s exactly what I was hoping to hear.”
She laughed, and in a swift move he lifted her off the ground.
“Put me down,” she squealed.
So he deposited her on the couch. “What are we watching tonight?” he asked, sitting next to her and handing her the remote from the coffee table.
She nestled against him and gave the remote back. “You choose tonight.”
“That’s a first,” he mused.
Wrapping her arms about his torso, she said, “There will be a lot of firsts with us, Dawson. Get used to it.”
He wrapped his arm about her while he turned on the flat screen. He fully planned on making sure she was right about all the firsts. And he looked forward to each one.