Page 44 of A Man for Amanda
“Nice.” She nuzzled her cheek against his. “It was all really, really nice.”
“Is that the best you can do?”
“Umm. For right now. I don’t think I’ve ever been this relaxed in my life.”
“Good.” Taking her hair in his hand, he pulled her head back to study her face. “It’s getting too dark to see.” Reaching over, he switched on the light.
Amanda brought up a hand to shield her eyes. “Why’d you do that?”
“Because I want to see you when we make love again.”
“Again?” Chuckling, she dropped her head onto his shoulder. “You’ve got to be kidding.”
“No, ma’am. I figure I might just get my fill of you by sunup.”
Feeling deliciously lazy, she snuggled against him. “I can’t stay the night.”
“Wanna bet?”
“No, really.” She arched like a cat when he stroked her back. “I wish I could, but I’ve got a whole list of things to do in the morning. Oh...” She shivered under his touch. “You’ve got such wonderful hands. Wonderful,” she murmured as she lost herself in a long, dreamy kiss.
“Stay.”
Her body shuddered as she felt him harden inside her. “Maybe for just a little while longer.”
Drifting awake, she shifted. On a contented sigh, she reached out. Reluctantly she opened her eyes. Bright sunlight flooded the room, and she was alone in bed. Pushing her tumbled hair back, she sat up.
He’d gotten his way, she thought with a half smile. She had stayed the night, and he hadn’t gotten enough of her—or she of him—until sunup.
It had been, she admitted freely, the most magnificent night of her life.
And where the hell was Sloan?
On cue, he walked in, pushing a room-service cart. “Morning.”
“Good morning.” She smiled, though she felt awkward with him dressed and her still naked and in bed.
“I ordered us some breakfast.” Sensing her dilemma, he plucked up a white terry-cloth robe from a chair. “Compliments of the BayWatch,” he said as he handed it to her, then leaned over a bit farther to give her a leisurely kiss. “Why don’t we eat on the terrace?”
“That’d be nice. Give me a minute.”
When she joined him outside, there were plates set on the pale azure cloth, and a single rose in a clear vase. It touched her deeply that he would take as much care with the morning as he had with the night.
“You think of everything.”
“Just of you.” He grinned as he sat across from her. “We can look at this like a first date, since I never could convince you to have a meal with me before.”
“No.” Her gaze lowered as she poured coffee for both of them. “I guess you couldn’t.” Picking up her napkin, she began to pleat it with her fingers. They were having breakfast, she thought, after a long night of feasting. And they’d never even ridden in the same car, shared a pizza, talked on the phone.
It was idiotic, she told herself. It was scary.
“Sloan, I realize this might sound stupid at this stage, but I... I don’t make a habit of spending the night with men in hotel rooms. I’m not usually intimate with someone I’ve known such a short time.”
“You don’t have to tell me that.” He closed a hand over hers until she looked at him. “It’s been a fast trip for both of us. Maybe it’s because what happened between us is special. I’m in love with you, Amanda. No, don’t pull away.” He tightened his grip. “Normally I’m a patient man, but I have to work hard on it with you. I’m going to do my best to give you time.”
“If I said I was in love with you”—she let out a cleansing breath—“what would happen next?”
In his eyes, something flickered and sent her already unsteady pulse jumping. “Sometimes you can’t work out the answers first. You’ve got to be willing to gamble.”
