Page 32 of Only Ever You

When he finally pulls away, he leans his forehead on mine.

“God, Pippa. You’re perfect.”

He runs his hand down my spine, and I shiver at his touch. This is it. This is the moment I dreamed of for so long. It’s here, and it’s real, and it’s everything.

His eyes search mine. I’ve seen so many emotions in this man, but now all I see is his affection for me.

“I’m not sure about that.” I try and lighten the mood.

“I am. And I don’t want to wait another moment to kiss you again.”

“Go on.”

His lips meet mine, and I’m done for. It only takes a second for him to deepen the kiss, and before I know it, his tongue’s in my mouth and I’m letting out a moan that I’ve never heard come out of me before.

What is even happening right now?

His hand rests on my hip, much to my frustration. I know this is the first time we’ve been out together, but I want more.

I want everything.

He keeps on kissing me, occasionally letting me up for air, but there’s so much promise in it.

“I love kissing you,” he whispers. “But I’m going home.”

I bite my bottom lip. Tonight I took a chance that paid off. Can I make it two for two?

“You don’t have to.”

Deacon’s lips curl into a smile. “Maybe not, but I’m going to. It’s not that I don’t want to stay, but I want to do this properly. Tonight’s been a revelation.”

I peck him on the lips. “I hope I didn’t freak you out.”

He shakes his head. “No. I feel like when I saw your photo that my eyes were opening for the first time. You’re too important to me to rush this.”

Oh, my heart.

He grabs my hand and brings it to his chest. “I want you, Pippa. Maybe more than I should. I can’t forget our past, but I’d like to think we can build a foundation for a future.”

It’s as if this man just walked out of one of my books. Teenage Deacon was hot—adult Deacon is on a whole other level.

He lingers at the door, kissing me softly.

“It’s too tempting to stay. You’re too tempting.”

“See you on Monday?”

Deacon kisses me again. “Wouldn’t miss it for the world. Make sure you lock the door when I’ve gone.”

“I will.”

“Goodnight, Pippa.”

I close the door and lock it before turning and leaning against it. Letting out a contented sigh, I can’t wipe the grin from my face.

I’m not sure where this is going, but it feels so good.

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