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“I’m sorry for not telling you about Nathan.”
“I’m sorry you ever married that bastard, Beth, and that I almost let him take you away from me.”
“And I’m sorry I ever met him! But then, maybe…” A thought struck her, and it was so funny, she smiled. “But then he brought us together, didn’t he, Landon?”
Amusement lightened his expression, and a fingertip came up to still her lips. “The only good thing he did in his sorry-ass life. Beth, I need you. I need my wife. Marry me again. For real this time. No hidden agendas. Just two people who want to spend the rest of their lives together.”
Beth grabbed his shoulders and kissed him, kissed him hard and felt him respond to her with fierce hunger, and her breath shortened until she panted. “Our first marriage was realer than anything in my life. I didn’t want to get divorced.”
Out of his back pockets, Landon yanked out a roll of papers and without ceremony tore them up, scattering the snow-like pieces across the porch. “Then we won’t.”
“Were those the—”
“Divorce papers? They were before I ripped them.” He signaled toward the house, his eyes alight with mischief. “Want some help moving out?”
“Oh, God, I just moved in.”
“Show me around then?”
She laughed. “I know what you want, Mr. Gage.” She gestured him into the house and kissed him again. “The mattress will arrive later,” she murmured seductively.
He kicked the door shut and imprisoned her against him, her breasts crushed against his chest, her buttocks in his big massaging hands. “We don’t need a mattress.” He spoke huskily against her. “All we need to start again is this.” He pulled out another roll of papers from behind him. “I’m sure you’ll enjoy burning this prenup. We’ll have another one drawn.”
“So we can discuss intimacy with your lawyers? No, thank you!”
“So we can discuss my millions and millions and how much you want.”
Frowning, Beth seized the prenup and ripped it in two, because trust begot trust, and she wanted to start with lots of it. “I just want you, because you’re you, and not for any other reason.”
He broke into a smile and squeezed her hard. “Damn, Beth, that’s about the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard.”
“Wait until I tell you about the little red number I was wearing at court.”
He swept down and seized her lips with his, and he kissed her with hunger and heat, stroked the sides of her body while he raked his teeth down her neck, over her shoulder, pulled her faded T-shirt down to reveal her flesh and swirl his tongue against her collarbone. “I don’t care about the red number. I care about what’s beneath it. About this. My wife, and how fast I can get you naked.”
Clinging to him, she kissed him for all the times she hadn’t kissed him. “I’m all yours, Gage.”
