She returned his kiss eagerly. The flush on her cheeks deepened to a blush when he told her she was wonderful. It always made her do a double-take of sorts when he said those types of things, having never really heard them before him.
"I know you wouldn't," she said. She heard the plea, the need behind the command, and her hand moved between them to wrap around his erection. Her hand stroked slowly up and down the hard shaft, her thumb pressing, teasing that sensitive vein on the underside.
She leaned close, pressed her lips against his softly. "I love you, Nathan," she murmured against his lips. She looked up into his eyes. "I don't want to wait to be your wife," she whispered, the implication clear.