by MG Braden
that jerk made you out to be. Better than him.” He cleared his throat. “I’m...I’m not so good with words,
but I hope you can hear what I’m clumsily trying to tell you.”
Tears filled her eyes at how sweet he was being. “I think you’re doing just fine. Your words are
perfect.”
“Do you think...I mean, would you mind staying on a few days more? Maybe we can take the time to
figure things out a little more?”
She warred with herself about agreeing to this too soon. To just jump at the chance that he was
offering seemed hasty, but what would come of it if she didn’t? She could go home tomorrow and wonder
or she could stay a few more days and see if there was something real between them. Everything this
week had been so fast and so surreal, but maybe they could give it a chance.
“Cass?” His eyes searched hers.
She nodded. “Okay, that’d be good.”
He let go of her hands, bringing one of his up to brush away the tear running down her face. Then he
tilted her chin and brought his lips down on top of hers. The kiss was gentle at first, almost tentative then,
as she responded to him, it became more fierce. She wrapped her arms around him, her fingers sliding
into his hair, urging his head down harder as if they could get their mouths even closer. As his kisses
trailed away from her mouth toward her ear and down her neck, she shivered in delight. She arched her
body ever closer to his, desperate to feel more of him against her. Feeling the bed behind her knees, she
knew they must have been inching back toward it, so she let her body fall backwards, pulling him with
her. They each shifted upward, but their bodies somehow managed to stay aligned. His head came up, the
look in his eyes full of desire. Desire she knew emanated from her as well.
In the process of working their way up the bed her shirt had twisted around, leaving a bare expanse
of skin. Daniel took advantage of that and trailed his fingers around her navel, then they slowly travelled
upwards under her shirt. Not expecting to have company, she hadn’t put a bra on under her top. Slightly
embarrassed, she wondered what he would think when he discovered that but then let it go, his touch felt
too good. As his fingers reached her breast an electric current travelled between them and she gasped. He
pulled back and seemed to search her eyes for something.
“I don’t want to do anything you don’t want to do.”
“Trust me, I’m fine.”
He smiled lazily. “Yes, you are.” His head bent toward her breast, his tongue snaking out around the
nipple which became achingly taut.
Arching, she needed to feel more of him against her and she wrestled to get his shirt off of him. The
feeling of chest on chest only fuelled her desire further. Daniel cupped one breast, while suckling on the
other. His free hand worked its way under the waistband of her leggings and found the point of her desire.
She sucked in a quick breath. “Oh, God, yes.”
Raising his head he captured her mouth again and mumbled against her lips, “Let’s just take this nice
and slow.”
“Slow?” She flattened her hand on the fly of his pants, massaging the evidence of his need.
He made a sound that could have been a growl. “Very slow—the next time”.
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Table of Contents
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen