Leaning forward, I gently grip her chin between my thumb and forefinger, angling her face so she’ll look at me. She’s so goddamned beautiful it hurts, and when her eyes finally meet mine, I can barely breathe. Everything I said about us not beingtogether was bullshit, and I don’t want to fight my feelings for another moment.
“I know what I said before, but none of those things matter. If Roger is truly my friend, he’ll want me to be happy. And he’s a good dad, so he’ll want you to be happy, too.”
Her eyes search my face. “But I’m moving. I found an apartment yesterday. It’s too late. You’re too late.”
“It’s not too late. You could stay.”
Her lips part, but before she can respond, I cover them with my own. Her mouth is soft and willing against mine, and I let out a groan when our tongues finally tangle together. I’ve missed this. Her. Even though I’ve relived our night together more times than I care to admit, I would be willing to settle for just another chance to experience the way her lips feel against mine.
“But-”
I cut her off. “I refuse to allow myself to worry about anything but the present. And right now, this is what I want. If you don’t want this, tell me and I’ll stop. But we can keep it between us. There’s no need to worry about anyone else. I’ve spent too much time contemplating whatcouldhappen and have ignored what I think we both want.”
Placing my hand on her cheek, I return my lips to hers. She covers my hand with her own and kisses me eagerly. Without breaking the kiss, I slide from my chair and stand in front ofher. She drags her hands down my chest and around to my back, holding me close as I part her thighs to allow enough space for me to get closer.
God, this woman… I want to do more than kiss her. I want to take my time and worship her. I want to fall asleep with her in my arms and then wake up and cook her breakfast. I want more than another stolen moment. But I’ll take whatever she’s willing to give me.
“Will you stay the night?” My mouth grazes hers as I speak, and I force myself to wait for her response before claiming her mouth once more.
“Yes.” Her answer is a whisper against my lips.
Pulling her from the chair, I press her body to mine. She gasps when I grind my erection against her, and it takes everything in me to keep from taking her right here in the kitchen.Fuck.She’s so damn sweet.
“Bedroom,” I grunt before taking her hand and leading the way.
As soon as we reach the doorway, I release her hand and begin unbuttoning my shirt. I let it drop to the floor and then tug my T-shirt over my head and toss it. Unhooking my belt, I strip it free before tossing it aside with a loud clatter. Miranda’s eyes greedily take me in as my fingers work at the button of my jeans.
“See something you like, sweetheart?”
Her cheeks turn a gorgeous shade of pink, and I decide right here and now that making her blush is my new favorite thing. Without looking away, I tug my zipper down and slide my jeans down my thighs. Stepping out of them, I stand to my full height, wearing nothing but a pair of dark gray boxer briefs. Her eyes drop to the bulge that’s on full display behind the thin material, and I let her get a good look before stalking toward her.
“You’re still dressed,” I point out. “Let me help with that.”
Swallowing hard, she nods and kicks her boots off before going still. I bury my hands in her silky hair and claim her mouth in a desperate kiss. Her bare flesh is warm beneath my hands as I slide them down to her shoulders, where the straps of her sundress rest.
I stop, stepping back just enough to get a clear view of her face. “Still okay?”
Again, she nods her head. With a few subtle flicks of my fingers, the straps of her dress slip down her arms, and it drops to the floor, leaving her in nothing but a pair of pink lace panties and pink socks. It’s my turn to swallow hard as I drag my gaze up her body. It was dark when I had her before, so this is the first time I’m able to fully appreciate the beauty that is Miranda Wells. She’s breathtaking.
I take in her flawless skin and gentle curves. She’s strong from a lifetime working on a ranch, yet still has a soft femininitythat is hidden beneath her clothes. Her full breasts move as she breathes, and my eyes linger on her pebbled pink nipples.
“So goddamn beautiful,” I murmur.
My fingers ache to touch her again, and I give in. Gripping her hips in a firm hold, I back her toward my bed, placing quick kisses on her lips and shoulders as we move. She takes a startled breath when her thighs meet my mattress.
“Sit.”
She obeys, and I drop to my knees and peel her socks off one at a time. Her hazel eyes burn into me as I stand, holding each foot at the ankle, spreading her legs as I do before placing her feet flat on the bed. Her warm skin is deliciously smooth beneath my rough hands as I slide them up her legs and to her thighs.
“Please,” she whimpers when I stop at the edge of her panties.
“Soon. I want to take my time with you.”
Sliding my hands around to her ass, I move her further onto the bed, where I join her. Her breath catches when I kiss her center over the lace of her panties before kissing my way up her body. I nip, kiss, and suck my way up her soft stomach until I reach her breasts. When I take one pearled nipple into my mouth, she lets out a needy cry that goes straight to my already aching cock.
“You like that, baby?”
I don’t give her a chance to answer me before taking her other nipple into my mouth and doing the same. I’ll never get enough of her. I tease her with my tongue and carefully nip with my teeth. Her body begins to tremble, and I free her from my mouth, pinning her with my gaze.
