Chapter 9
“Only if you want to.” Oriana’s emphasis on “you” told Max all he needed to know. She would forget about the other men in a heartbeat—okay, maybe not that fast, but fast enough to make it clear that the two of them were what mattered most.
“How did I get so lucky?” He pushed up on his hands and looked down at her, amazed at the beauty spread out beneath him. All his, if he chose not to share. But she wanted him to. She’d given herself to him like a precious gift, one he could . . . lend to those he trusted.
She was the embodiment of everything he would have asked for if he had one wish. A woman who knew him and all his odd quirks. Who accepted him.
“You must have been a saint in a past life.” Her tone was dead serious, but her eyes sparkled with laughter. She finally let out
