Page 47 of A Dream for Daphne

“Like I said,” he said. “You don’t need saving. You just need to get that thought out of your head.”

“You could be right,” she said.

And when they returned to his house she realized that she was sick of overthinking everything.

Of being worried about what people say or think about her.

How they judged her career or where she lived.

Who she was with or how she looked.

She was with a guy who didn’t make her think of any of those things now.

Crazy how in just a few days he’d broken down a concrete wall she’d been building around her body for years.

“What are you thinking?” he asked when they climbed out of his truck.

“Why do you ask that?” she asked.

“Because your eyes got dark and you’re staring at me. I’m not going to be the idiot and say what I think.”

“Doesn’t seem to have stopped you so far.”

He laughed. “I’m not going to be insulted over that.”

“I’m sorry,” she said, feeling the heat fill her face. Might as well catch up since her body had been feeling all sorts of surges of energy this entire day. “I didn’t mean it that way. I mean nothing has stopped you from saying what you think, so do it now.”

“You might not be ready to hear it,” he said.

“Oh, I’m ready to hear it. I just want to make sure we are thinking the same. Or you’re seeing what I’m sending your way. I’m just hoping you don’t think ill of me.”

He grabbed her arm and pulled her to the back of the house, unlocked the door, and then shut it and locked it behind him.

He had her up against the wall, his mouth on hers, and this was one of those kisses they had yesterday that set her body so much on fire that she thought the room would have burst into flames.

Her mouth opened under his, his tongue slid in, and together they were playing seek and catch and she didn’t care who won.

There could be no losers, she realized. Not when they were together like this.

His head was angling from one side to the next, hers doing the same.

“Stop putting thoughts in my head,” he growled.

“What?” she asked, blinking her eyes. Was she way off base and he didn’t want to do this?

“You said you didn’t want me to think ill of you. I can’t do that. Then you’d think the same of me. Don’t you see that? You weren’t alone that night. Do you think ill of me for going to that room with you?”

“No,” she said.

“All right then,” he said. “Get it out of your head that I might think it of you. What I want in your head is what we did that night, if you’re ready.”

“More than ready,” she said.

“Only if you tell me you’re not going to let our first time bother you again. And make me believe it.”

She stared into his dark brown eyes.

They were almost black with arousal, but she was positive if she didn’t make him believe her, he’d stop right then and there.

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