Chapter 11

“I don’t know how this can happen,” he said, his jaw set. “But to me, it seems…”

“Real?” I whispered.

“Right.” He nodded. He ran his palm across my chest, and my whole body hummed with pleasure. “And I want it to be so. I think…that’s what I’ve been waiting for. Just didn’t know how to make it happen.”

I caught up his hand and brought it to my lips, kissing the slender fingers. “I’ve wanted you for a long time.” It felt good to confess. “I mean, you may be a right bastard at work—”

“I’m sorry?”

“No, you’re right, let’s not talk about that, but these last few days…nights…you’re so very different.”

His eyes had recaptured the dreamy look I’d seen when he was raised over me, moving in and out of me. He ran his fingers through my hair, massaging my scalp. His gaze kept flickering away from my face and down my body. “Different good?”

I grinned. “Oh yeah.”