Dante cuddled her tight to his big frame, his welcome heat slowly creeping into her bones and warming her from the inside out. “What, baby?”
“I—I’m madly, utterly and r-ridiculously in love with you too. I—I want the r-real thing.”
He stroked her cheek and offered her the most tender kiss known to wolf kind. Or cat kind. “I’m going to spend the rest of my days on this earth making you blissfully happy, Lilly. You have my sworn promise on that.”
She inched closer and brushed her lips over his. Maybe they’d have to spend all of those days figuring out how the real thing worked, but as long as they did it together, there was no way they could go wrong.