There was something different about her.Real.Kissing her felt...right.God, this woman. Such a surprising beauty with the fire and passion I craved.
“Upstairs,” she said. “Let’s go upstairs.” Her lips were swollen, and her eyes heavy.
She looked glorious.
So I nodded. There was no way I’d deny her. This was what I’d wanted all along.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
ANYA
Without saying anything else, I guided Robert through the small hallway and up the steep steps to the room that served as my refuge. We kissed a few times along the way, stopping on this step or the other when our hunger for each other took over. By the time we reached my room, I was almost breathless, my heart struggling to keep pace, my stomach warm, and only one thing on my mind.
Him.
“Here we are,” I said as I pulled him into my simple, private space. The bedroom wasn’t large, but I liked it. A six-paned window overlooked the small backyard. A queen-size bed swallowed the left wall. One end table. A large watercolor print above the bed. An accent wall painted light navy. “I think you’re the first person to see this place.”
“It’s great,” he murmured against the nape of my neck, and I guessed he didn’t take much time to look at the décor.
Besides, I was stalling. Not because I wanted to stop. But because in some dark corner of my mind, I couldn’t believe this was happening. Couldn’t believe Robert wantedme.He could have had anyone, but he’d chosen me.
Why?
And as if he could read my thoughts, Robert pushed me against the accent wall and lifted my chin so our gazes would meet. “I’m sorry.”
“Sorry for what?” I breathed.
“Sorry for not doing this sooner. For not making sure you know how beautiful you are.”
I laughed. “Nobody says that about me.”
“Only because they don’t see you.” He kept staring at me. “Because you’ve been hiding here in New Burlington for the last few years, locked away inside The Green Frog.”
My stomach clinched.He’s right.“Yes.”
“You don’t have to hide anymore.” He braced his forearm against the wall. “Not if you don’t want to.”