stairs, her heart skipping a beat at the thought of having Ryan alone again.
“I’d like to see it.” He caught her desire and threw it right back at her.
“Don’t dally around up there too long. There’s work to be done.” Molly glared at them before she stood to take their plates to the sink.
It took everything in Ana to hide a mischievous grin as she led Ryan upstairs and into her room. As they neared her door, her body came to life with the memory of having his hands on her, his lips on her skin, his body pressed against her. It was way too early to be this aroused, and yet here she was, wishing she could ditch her chores for a morning spent in his arms.
Instead of turning to him the second they reached her room, Ana took long strides to the chair that faced her bedroom window where her ball of yarn and knitting needles were lying. She picked up the tiny scarf and held it up to him.
“Wow. You knitted that whole thing while you were watching me from your window the other day.”
“I wasn’t watching you.” She tossed the almost-completed scarf back down onto the chair with a huff.
“Sure you weren’t.” He was all smiles, stepping up to her and placing his hands on her waist while he gazed at her. Already, her body was heating up from his touch. This was the intimacy her mother had feared.
“We can’t,” she whispered, avoiding his eyes in fear that he would seduce her into surrender. Just a look had her stomach flopping with anticipation.
“We aren’t. Just a kiss. That’s all I want.” While his mouth spoke one thing, his body told of deeper desires. Still, Ana couldn’t deny that she wanted to taste his lips just as badly as he craved the taste of hers.
“Just a kiss,” she agreed, looking up at him through heavy lashes.
And what a kiss it was.
Ryan’s mouth met Ana’s with such passion that she felt dizzy. His hand slid up the nape of her neck, tangling in her hair, and she reciprocated with equal fervor, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. They clung to each other like lovers weathering a storm, holding on with such desperation that when they finally broke apart, Ana was breathless.
It was never enough when it came to him. Never. One taste, and she was lost.
“Just one kiss.” She didn’t believe her own words, but her mother would eventually come to end their romantic moment, so it was better to push him away now.
“It’s not that easy, is it?” he said in a husky voice. Ryan seemed ready to be kissed again, like he was just waiting for her to give him permission.
“I think we need to . . .” She stepped away from him, distancing herself so that the heat between them could die down.
“That’s probably for the best.” He shoved his hands in his pockets and looked at the ground, trying to help break the spell.
Awkward silence filled the space between them, but Ana’s mind was going wild with thought. One in particular stuck with her. She had been wondering about it ever since she first realized how great a catch Ryan was.
“How are you not married yet?” Surely, he could have any woman he wanted. And then the dread hit her. That probably was the reason he wasn’t married yet. He didn’t need to be.
Ryan sat down on the bed, looking contemplative.
“I’ve always known what I wanted in life. Indecision has never been a part of who I am. And I’ve always known that when I saw the one , there would be no question in my mind.”
“So you haven’t found the one yet?” Ana’s heart sank.
He stared straight at her, his expression serious. “I’m looking at her right now.”
Warm emotions flooded through her then, and she couldn’t stop the ear-to-ear grin. That was the most romantic thing anyone had ever told her. The thought that he could be her one and only was more than she could have ever hoped for. But was it realistic? They were from two different worlds. And there was still so much not right with the picture.
“But I’m pregnant . . .
“I’d like to see it.” He caught her desire and threw it right back at her.
“Don’t dally around up there too long. There’s work to be done.” Molly glared at them before she stood to take their plates to the sink.
It took everything in Ana to hide a mischievous grin as she led Ryan upstairs and into her room. As they neared her door, her body came to life with the memory of having his hands on her, his lips on her skin, his body pressed against her. It was way too early to be this aroused, and yet here she was, wishing she could ditch her chores for a morning spent in his arms.
Instead of turning to him the second they reached her room, Ana took long strides to the chair that faced her bedroom window where her ball of yarn and knitting needles were lying. She picked up the tiny scarf and held it up to him.
“Wow. You knitted that whole thing while you were watching me from your window the other day.”
“I wasn’t watching you.” She tossed the almost-completed scarf back down onto the chair with a huff.
“Sure you weren’t.” He was all smiles, stepping up to her and placing his hands on her waist while he gazed at her. Already, her body was heating up from his touch. This was the intimacy her mother had feared.
“We can’t,” she whispered, avoiding his eyes in fear that he would seduce her into surrender. Just a look had her stomach flopping with anticipation.
“We aren’t. Just a kiss. That’s all I want.” While his mouth spoke one thing, his body told of deeper desires. Still, Ana couldn’t deny that she wanted to taste his lips just as badly as he craved the taste of hers.
“Just a kiss,” she agreed, looking up at him through heavy lashes.
And what a kiss it was.
Ryan’s mouth met Ana’s with such passion that she felt dizzy. His hand slid up the nape of her neck, tangling in her hair, and she reciprocated with equal fervor, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. They clung to each other like lovers weathering a storm, holding on with such desperation that when they finally broke apart, Ana was breathless.
It was never enough when it came to him. Never. One taste, and she was lost.
“Just one kiss.” She didn’t believe her own words, but her mother would eventually come to end their romantic moment, so it was better to push him away now.
“It’s not that easy, is it?” he said in a husky voice. Ryan seemed ready to be kissed again, like he was just waiting for her to give him permission.
“I think we need to . . .” She stepped away from him, distancing herself so that the heat between them could die down.
“That’s probably for the best.” He shoved his hands in his pockets and looked at the ground, trying to help break the spell.
Awkward silence filled the space between them, but Ana’s mind was going wild with thought. One in particular stuck with her. She had been wondering about it ever since she first realized how great a catch Ryan was.
“How are you not married yet?” Surely, he could have any woman he wanted. And then the dread hit her. That probably was the reason he wasn’t married yet. He didn’t need to be.
Ryan sat down on the bed, looking contemplative.
“I’ve always known what I wanted in life. Indecision has never been a part of who I am. And I’ve always known that when I saw the one , there would be no question in my mind.”
“So you haven’t found the one yet?” Ana’s heart sank.
He stared straight at her, his expression serious. “I’m looking at her right now.”
Warm emotions flooded through her then, and she couldn’t stop the ear-to-ear grin. That was the most romantic thing anyone had ever told her. The thought that he could be her one and only was more than she could have ever hoped for. But was it realistic? They were from two different worlds. And there was still so much not right with the picture.
“But I’m pregnant . . .
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