no, but decided to use the situation to his advantage. “They can actually.”
Just then, the wind blew straight at the little cabin, rattling the windows and door. Celeste jumped nearly a foot, her heart racing in her chest.
“You know, I promise to be a complete gentleman if you’d prefer to stay in the bedroom, too.”
Celeste turned her wide eyes to him once more. Could she trust him? Thunder boomed and lightning lit up the sky, settling the matter for her.
“I think I’ll take you up on that offer,” she said as she scrambled out of her chair and moved closer to him. The sheer size and solidness of him gave her comfort.
“Lead the way,” he said, motioning for her to go before him.
Celeste started for the stairs and slowly climbed to the loft where her bed lay. Her room was simply furnished; a bed, dresser, and night side table. The room was painted a soft blue-green, a Navajo rug in cranberry and teal took up most of the floor; a matching comforter was thrown haphazardly across the bed.
Connor took in every detail. He’d noticed there wasn’t a single picture in any of the rooms. Didn’t she have family and friends?
“You have a nice room,” he said, his voice taking on a husky undertone. Seeing the bed made him imagine her lying across it – naked.
“Thank you.”
He watched as she stood nervously beside the bed, her hands fidgeting with the blanket she had wrapped around herself. He wanted to soothe her, tell her she had nothing to fear – but he knew it would be a lie. She had every right to be afraid, just not of him.
He slowly walked around to the other side of the bed. Pulling back the covers, he got into the bed. Watching her, he noticed she wasn’t moving.
“Celeste, aren’t you coming to bed?”
She nodded and dropped the blanket.
Connor sucked in a breath. She was even more gorgeous than he’d first thought. Her nightgown covered her to mid-thigh, but the scooped neckline gave him a glimpse of firm, gently rounded breasts. The stark white material gave her an ethereal look, confirming that she really was his angel.
Celeste quickly got into the bed and covered herself up to her chin. “Good night, Connor.”
“Good night, Celeste.”
He watched as she turned onto her side, leaving her back to him. Her shoulders were stiff and he knew she was still nervous. He wanted to pull her into his arms and ease her fears, ease the tension in her body. Fighting his baser urges, he turned off the lamp beside the bed and pulled the covers up to his chest.
Chapter Three
Celeste lay in the bed unable to sleep. She knew it was innocent, yet having a man in her bed made her feel as if she were betraying Micah. Thinking of him brought tears to her eyes. The loss was still too much to bear.
Stifling a sob, she turned her face into her pillow and let the tears fall one after the other. She cried for the loss of what she could have had and she cried because of what her body wanted so desperately from the man lying beside her. She felt completely out of touch with reality. Who wanted to make love with a complete stranger? She’d never been the one night stand kind of woman.
Silent sobs racked her body. She wanted so much to feel alive again. Something told her Connor could make her feel that way again, but she wasn’t brave enough to do anything about it.
* * *
Connor lay on the opposite side, clenching his fists at his side. He listened as Celeste cried her heart out. He wondered what had happened that brought her so much sorrow.
With a sigh, he gave in. Reaching for her, he gently pulled her into his arms. “Shh. You’re okay.”
She melted against him and buried her face against his T-shirt.
He gently rubbed her back until her crying ceased. She looked up at him with puffy red eyes and he knew he’d lost his inner battle. With a groan, he cupped her cheek with his hand and
Just then, the wind blew straight at the little cabin, rattling the windows and door. Celeste jumped nearly a foot, her heart racing in her chest.
“You know, I promise to be a complete gentleman if you’d prefer to stay in the bedroom, too.”
Celeste turned her wide eyes to him once more. Could she trust him? Thunder boomed and lightning lit up the sky, settling the matter for her.
“I think I’ll take you up on that offer,” she said as she scrambled out of her chair and moved closer to him. The sheer size and solidness of him gave her comfort.
“Lead the way,” he said, motioning for her to go before him.
Celeste started for the stairs and slowly climbed to the loft where her bed lay. Her room was simply furnished; a bed, dresser, and night side table. The room was painted a soft blue-green, a Navajo rug in cranberry and teal took up most of the floor; a matching comforter was thrown haphazardly across the bed.
Connor took in every detail. He’d noticed there wasn’t a single picture in any of the rooms. Didn’t she have family and friends?
“You have a nice room,” he said, his voice taking on a husky undertone. Seeing the bed made him imagine her lying across it – naked.
“Thank you.”
He watched as she stood nervously beside the bed, her hands fidgeting with the blanket she had wrapped around herself. He wanted to soothe her, tell her she had nothing to fear – but he knew it would be a lie. She had every right to be afraid, just not of him.
He slowly walked around to the other side of the bed. Pulling back the covers, he got into the bed. Watching her, he noticed she wasn’t moving.
“Celeste, aren’t you coming to bed?”
She nodded and dropped the blanket.
Connor sucked in a breath. She was even more gorgeous than he’d first thought. Her nightgown covered her to mid-thigh, but the scooped neckline gave him a glimpse of firm, gently rounded breasts. The stark white material gave her an ethereal look, confirming that she really was his angel.
Celeste quickly got into the bed and covered herself up to her chin. “Good night, Connor.”
“Good night, Celeste.”
He watched as she turned onto her side, leaving her back to him. Her shoulders were stiff and he knew she was still nervous. He wanted to pull her into his arms and ease her fears, ease the tension in her body. Fighting his baser urges, he turned off the lamp beside the bed and pulled the covers up to his chest.
Chapter Three
Celeste lay in the bed unable to sleep. She knew it was innocent, yet having a man in her bed made her feel as if she were betraying Micah. Thinking of him brought tears to her eyes. The loss was still too much to bear.
Stifling a sob, she turned her face into her pillow and let the tears fall one after the other. She cried for the loss of what she could have had and she cried because of what her body wanted so desperately from the man lying beside her. She felt completely out of touch with reality. Who wanted to make love with a complete stranger? She’d never been the one night stand kind of woman.
Silent sobs racked her body. She wanted so much to feel alive again. Something told her Connor could make her feel that way again, but she wasn’t brave enough to do anything about it.
* * *
Connor lay on the opposite side, clenching his fists at his side. He listened as Celeste cried her heart out. He wondered what had happened that brought her so much sorrow.
With a sigh, he gave in. Reaching for her, he gently pulled her into his arms. “Shh. You’re okay.”
She melted against him and buried her face against his T-shirt.
He gently rubbed her back until her crying ceased. She looked up at him with puffy red eyes and he knew he’d lost his inner battle. With a groan, he cupped her cheek with his hand and
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