Free More Than a Playboy by Monique DeVere

“I’ve been in love with you from the moment I first saw you, princess.”
    She gave him a watery smile as she fought back more tears. They filled her eyes, and she knew she wouldn’t be able to contain them much longer. Her throat constricted with overwhelming love for this man who hadn’t allowed her to push him away with insults, who had been sure of his feelings when she’d allowed other peoples’ mistakes to colour her view of love.
    She had chosen Cameron as much as he’d chosen her. Sandy felt sure they’d be together forever because nothing about their love was one-sided. She only had to look into his Mediterranean sea-blue eyes to witness the proof of his love in the protective, almost possessive gleam that said; I shall never leave you—I’ll never let you go.
    Steadying herself with her hands against his chest, she rose up on tiptoe and kissed him. “I’m so in love with you, Cam, and grateful that you never gave up on me.”
    “I couldn’t if I tried. You’re in my blood, Alexandra, my princess. You are as much a part of me as my princely heritage.”
    His words echoed to the core of her soul, and the fact he had used her given name cemented them there. When he kissed her, she wrapped her arms around his neck, oblivious to everything but the sensation of his hard body pressed to hers. She returned his kiss, putting every bit of love she had for him into that basic instinctual urge, her tongue mating with his in a slow undulation that stole a deep groan from him.
    He surprised her when he scooped her into his arms as if she weighed nothing at all, eliciting a giggle from her. “What are you doing?”
    “Sweeping you away. I’ve been asking you to let me do so for three years. Now I have the opportunity, I’m not wasting it.”
    Happier than she’d ever been, Sandy threw her head back and laughed. At last, she was where she belonged—in Cameron’s arms.
    Halfway across the room he stopped to kiss her again. “I need you to know I will never leave you.”
    “I believe you.” With her whole heart, she believed in his love.
    His gaze travelled over her face with unconcealed captivation. “I want to commit to you, Sandy. Share the responsibilities of a family with you.”
    He couldn’t be saying what she thought he was. It was too soon, yet he’d told her he’d loved her for as long as she had loved him—for the entire time they’d known each other. But dare she hope?
    “Let me join my life to yours, sweetheart, with vows that will prove I never want to let you go.”
    “Are you asking me to marry you, Prince Cameron?” This time she didn’t try to stem her happy tears. He loved her enough to give her the precise gift her mother had longed to have and never got.
    He flashed her that ultra-sexy smile she’d come to live for. “I’d be very honoured if you would take pity on me, princess, and consent to be my wife.”
    “Yes, Cam,” she whispered. “Yes. I love you. Forever, yes. ” Tears and joy mingled as he kissed her. “Make love to me,” she said against his mouth. Earlier she had told him she wasn’t ready, now the desire he’d ignited within her begged for fulfilment and she couldn’t envision not making love with him. She yearned for that ultimate demonstration of love.
    Never breaking stride, he held her against him, branding her with his kiss. She tugged his bottom lip with her teeth, sucked on it until he growled a deep groan. With blind surety, he strode through the mansion until he was shouldering open a heavy door that revealed an opulent master bedroom in shades of creams, gold, and burgundies, gigantic windows and marble walls .
    He laid her on the bed beneath a dimmed crystal chandelier and came down next to her, his powerful body making her feel desired and protected.
    “I love you.” He smoothed a wisp of her hair back with his forefinger, brushed her lips with his. “Did I mention that?”
    “Yes you did, but keep telling me.” She cupped the rough