“Someone broke me out of here once, but I’d rather not damage the plants.” I paused. “If that’s okay with you.”
“There’s not a lot of room in here.” He shifted and?—
Whoa.
I cleared my throat. “I’m aware.”
“So I can’t really let go of you.”
He could, but it would squish us into an even more uncomfortable position. “We might be able to shift a little.”
“Where you’re facing me?”
“Or away from each other.”
Rowan said nothing for a long moment. “Is that what you want?”
“No,” I said and sighed. “I think that would make it even more uncomfortable. At least this way, we can move a little bit. If we were back-to-back…”
His breath ruffled the hair on my neck. “Are you uncomfortable?”
I laughed. “You and I are trapped in a living cocoon, naked and spooning. Today has been weird all the way around.”
“And we did other things,” Rowan hedged.
Here we were. At the point where neither of us could walk away from a conversation we needed to have and, yet, it was the one conversation I didn’t want to have. “We did.”
Another silence, and then, “You are my friend,” he said. “You will always be my friend. But…you’re more than that to me. You always have been.”
I felt the same way about him. “I know. We’ve always blurred the lines a little, haven’t we?”
He exhaled, his breath warm against my neck. “What if we kept blurring those lines?”
I stilled, my thoughts a maelstrom, unsure of how to respond to such a…whatever this was. Proposal? Suggestion? Proposition?
I swallowed, my throat clicking. “You could have your pick of any woman in the world.”
His voice dropped into a low, husky timbre. “I don’t want any other woman in the world.”
A slow glide of his hand over my abdomen, making every muscle in my body tighten. He pressed a warm kiss to the base of my neck.
“Rowan.” My neck tilted back, allowing him easier access, even as I wondered what in the hell I was doing. “I’m not the kind of woman who dates around.”
“Good,” he growled. Another warm kiss in the place where my shoulder met my neck.
My blood went thick and heavy, heating inside my veins. “That means I don’t want to be with a man who does the same,” I said breathlessly.
“Even better.”
A surprised laugh escaped me. “Liar. Everyone talks about how much you date around town.”
Rowan slid a possessive hand over my hip and gently squeezed. “They’re lying.”
“You said the same thing!”
“I lied, too.” He dotted kisses all over, his hand caressing my thigh and up the curve of my waist.
A low moan clawed from my throat. Embarrassment heated my skin. “We should stop,” I whispered.
