She curled her finger toward him in a “come here” gesture.He obeyed right away until he pressed against her.The room was dim, with only a small light on in the kitchen, but she could see his expression, and it got her revved up.Wrapping her arms around his neck, she pressed her lips to his.He wasted no time in kissing her back.
His mouth was potent, and the room spun from the intensity of it.With her hands in his hair, she grasped his head and plundered.A groan slipped from his throat as he dug his fingers into her hips and pressed them flush against his hard body.The one that was getting harder every second.She wanted more.
Seemed he did, too, when he cupped her bottom, squeezed, and nibbled on her neck.She couldn’t get enough of him.Her hands were reaching for his buttons when he eased back.
“You’ve had too much to drink.I don’t want to take advantage of you.”
But it’s what she wanted.“I had three glasses of wine over six hours.I’m hardly wasted.”
His brows knit together.“And you still want to be with me?”
When would he finally get her message and understand what he meant to her?
“I’ve wanted to be with you for a very long time.Your speech last night kind of pushed me to think that time is now.Please, don’t make me wait any longer.”
His eyes flared and his breathing picked up.“You’re sure?”
“Positive.”
His dimple popped out again.“It’ll have to be your room because I have a feeling it smells better than mine.”
She laughed, then wrapped her arms around his neck again.“My room,” she mouthed, hoping he could read her lips.She didn’t want to take her arms from around him long enough to sign.
When he scooped her into his arms, she gave a tiny gasp.No one had ever done that to her.He strode down the hall with purpose and kicked the door shut once they got inside.Then, his lips descended on hers again and no words were needed.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Evan woke to a wonderful scent next to his nose.When his eyes opened, he inhaled sharply.Mercedes and her gorgeous curls rested on the pillow next to his.Memories of last night spilled over into this mind, and a surge of desire raced through him.Wow.It was the only word that came to his mind right now.
The night had been a mind-blowing scene of passion and emotion.The love he felt for this woman expanded and covered everything near him.As he gazed at her lovely features, he wanted to make love to her again, show her exactly how he felt and what she did to him, but they’d been up late and she probably needed her sleep.
He’d never be able to go back to sleep with her curled up right there.Carefully sliding out, he picked up his clothes from the floor and slunk from the room.Once he tossed the tux onto his bed, which hadn’t been made from the day before, he jumped in for a quick shower, then into his truck.
At the bakery down the street, he picked out some pastry and coffee for her and a hot chocolate for himself.She was most likely still asleep, seeing as it was barely eight, but he hated to be away from her for any length of time.
What if she thought it was a mistake, though?She’d claimed she wasn’t drunk, but he’d seen her with a few glasses of wine throughout the day.He hoped she didn’t regret being with him.It had been the most amazing night of his life.Sure, he’d had sex before but never with a woman who meant this much to him, where every moment was filled with thoughts of her.
Easing back inside, he crept to her room.The door was ajar.Hadn’t he closed it?He was pretty sure he had because he hadn’t wanted the shower to wake her.
Peeking inside, his heart skipped.Mercedes sat in bed, her eyes wet.Pushing the drinks and bag of pastry onto her dresser, he dashed to her.
“What’s wrong?What happened?”
She bit her lips.“Nothing.Just something in my eye.”
“Mercedes,” he growled her name at her obvious fib.“You were crying.Did someone upset you?I’ll punch their lights out.”He held up his hands in fists.
A tiny smile finally reached her lips.“You’re going to punch your own lights out?”
Fear roiled inside.“What did I do?Do you regret last night?I knew you’d had too much to drink.I shouldn’t have pushed.”
She reached out, took his hands, and kissed his knuckles.That made the anxiety bubbling inside him slow to a simmer.“No, that’s not it.I woke up, and you weren’t here.You hadn’t left a note or told me where you were going.I thought you were the one with regrets.”
He heaved a great sigh at the relief he felt.“I’m sorry.You were sleeping so peacefully, I hated to wake you.And you know I’m not much for writing.I figured I’d be back before you woke up.I got you something.”
He dashed to the dresser and picked up her drink and pastry.“I got you a coffee with all that fancy cream you like and a half dozen Elephant Ears at that French bakery you go to.”
Her eyes got misty again, and he panicked.Quickly, she shook her head.“That’s so sweet.Thank you.I love the Elephant Ears they have there.I’m sorry I overreacted.”
