Page 67 of More Than Words
“Gotcha.”I reached for her hip and pulled her close.“Well, let’s see…a feisty heroine, old-school romance.Big grand gestures and goodbyes that aren’t goodbyes.How did I do?”
She pressed up against me, her lips only inches from mine.“Pretty good.”
I closed the space between us and kissed her until she groaned into my mouth.
“That was pretty good, too,” she said after a moment.
“I can do a whole lot better thanpretty good.”I bent to press kisses on her neck to demonstrate my point, but she pulled away.
My body ached to have her closer.It felt like an eternity since we’d been alone together.Besides a few stolen moments here and there, we’d hardly even kissed.
“You don’t have to leave,” I told her.“Not tonight.”
“Ethan.I?—”
“Tell me you don’t want to.”
“I can’t,” she said without hesitation.“It’s just…”
“I know,” I said softly.“It’s a lot and it’s still new and…all of that.But, the truth is, I like having you here.”
“I like being here.”
“So stay.”I wiggled my brows.
She laughed, but in the next second, shook her head.“It’s just so…”
“I know.”My laughter dried up, and a soft smile crossed my face.“But this feels different, doesn’t it?”
She nodded, confirming what I already knew.This thing between us was different than anything I’d ever felt before with anyone.
“If there are rules to how we’re supposed to move forward, I don’t know them,” I continued.“And even if I did, I don’t think I care.”
I reached for her again, my hands gripping her hips.
“What about Quinn?”
I didn’t take my eyes off her.“Her room is on the other side of the house.And, she’ll be asleep by now.”
“And in the morning?”
“She’ll be thrilled you’re still here.”It was the truth.
Delaney hesitated, as if she were weighing the pros and cons in her head.
“Stay,” I said softly.“Please.”
She leaned in, closing the space between us with a kiss.
When we pulled apart, the look she gave me went straight to my chest.I had to suck in a breath just to steady myself before I could move again.
I took her hand, laced my fingers through hers, and led her down the hall, flipping off the lights as we passed through the quiet house.
Delaney
As Ethan closed the door with a soft click behind us, I took a moment to take in his room.
It was pretty basic, and definitely that of a single man with a simple comforter covering the bed and no throw pillows.There was a picture of Ethan and Quinn when she was little, riding on his shoulders, in a frame on the dresser.A print of a mountain landscape hung over the bed.But beyond that, there was nothing in the way of decoration.
