No one makes me feel the way you do," she admitted.
Then Hazel stuck out her chin, and Oliver couldn't resist the invitation. When he
touched his lips to hers, she shivered in his arms, and her pulse pounded
like mad.
"I want to rip your clothes off and lay you upon the bed. Then make love to you
for hours," he whispered close to her ear.
"Then what's stopping you?
"You've yet to say your vows to me."
"You've yet to ask me."
"I did ask you, you little witch!" Oliver growled at her obstinacy.
"No, you never did, you beast!" She punched his shoulder.
"I am a beast," he muttered. "Bloody hell ." She looked up at him, her eyes still
wet with the pain that he'd caused. He dropped to one knee before her.
Hazel, will you do me the honor of being my wife?
"Is that the best you can do
