Stanton Completely (Stanton, #3)

by T.L. Swan

“I know,” he whispers as his eyes hold mine. I pull back to look at his face. Huh? How does he know that? Oh shit, the diaries. I smile broadly. “Of course, you know that.” I shake my head as I smile and kiss his shoulder and lay my head on his chest. “Tash, when we were young, did you know why I came to your tent that night?” he asks. We stop dancing and stay still. I shake my head. This is very quickly becoming a night of confessions. “I came to your tent not because I wanted sex. I didn’t want sex.” “You didn’t.” I smirk, yeah right. “I came to your tent because for the first time in my life I wanted to lie next to someone that I cared about, to hold you as you slept, to keep you safe.”

“Natasha, I am a very rich man, but I didn’t know the true value of wealth until you came back into my life. Everything was meaningless.”

“I didn’t even know what true love was until I met you. You are the only woman I have made love to, the only woman I have loved…will ever love. I need you to marry me.”

Nothing is more important than this, what we have. I thank God every day that she has come into my life… that she makes me feel like this. I feel myself being overwhelmed with emotion and I close my eyes and my lips instinctively drop to her neck as I try to gather my thoughts.

He kisses me gently as he holds my face, his tongue slowly sliding through my open lips. “Do you know how much I love you?” he whispers. I smile and emotion steals my ability to speak. “I fucking adore you,” he whispers. “You are everything to me. This money and this life mean nothing to me if I don’t have you.”