I stared into his eyes.
I’m ready now.
How could his voice be so calm and steady when I was breathless and my blood was pounding through my veins?
How could I ask him to touch me?
I don’t know how to do this.
I tugged at the hem of my sweater, smoothing it down over my thighs.
“Are you uncomfortable?Want me to find you something else to wear?”
Let me slip into something more comfortable.Yeah.This sounded like we were heading in the right direction.
“Come on.”He patted my bottom and helped me off his lap before walking past me to the short set of stairs leading up to the bedrooms.
My steps slowed.
Was I ready for this?
By the time I made it to his bedroom, he was on his way back out.Stopping beside me, he wrapped his fingers around my wrist and dipped his head, his dark, serious eyes seeking mine.“There’s pyjama pants and a t-shirt.”
I nodded and swallowed.
He wasn’t catching on, and I wasn’t entirely sure I was ready for him.
He grinned, his face morphing from handsome to wicked in a flash.“Not sure how well they’re going to fit, but they’ll be a whole lot more comfortable than your sexy librarian skirt.”
I barked out a laugh.“You’ve always had a thing about librarians.”
Every time he smiled or laughed, I saw the Deacon I had loved.He was still there, fully present under the hard shell of the man he’d become.
He shook his head, his smile softening.“No.I’ve always had a thing about you in those sexy skirts.”
I shook my head, bemused.My skirts, the few I owned, were long, ensuring they showed as little leg as possibly, and the sweaters I wore with them always covered my bum.
But truth shone in his eyes.
And I’d take it.
Especially tonight.
His dark eyes caressed my face and softened further.He released my wrist and slid his hand down to briefly squeeze mine.“I’ll wait for you downstairs.”
I watched him walk away as I chewed my lip.
Should I slip naked into his bed?
Then what?Call him up and say ‘Hey!Come get me big fella!’”
I shook my head and turned on my heel to go into his room.
Just inside the door, I came to an abrupt halt.
There had been three bedrooms upstairs, but the owners had combined two to make a truly spectacular master bedroom.A sturdy, king-size bed and what looked to be an ensuite bath drew my attention.
Walking over to the bed where his clothes lay, I pressed my palm into the heavy duvet to test the mattress.
