her, but I think I've spoken enough about my feelings tonight. I don't want to scare her away.
"You'll share your moon with me, huh? Wow, I don't think anyone has ever offered to share their moon with me." She reached up and ran her hands through my hair. "Thanks, handsome. Do you come with a lasso, so you can rope it for me too?"
"Don't sass me, woman. That's a very special moon. I've never shared it with anyone before, so you better realize how special you must be."
All humor was gone, and we just stared at each other while her hand continued to run through my hair.
"You're pretty special too." She leaned in and kissed me sweetly, and because we don't have control over what's happening between the two of us, we wordlessly lay back on the couch and quietly made love underneath the moon and the stars.
Seeing her back out on the same couch this morning has me itching to recreate the moment.
"Good morning, gorgeous," I say, standing in front of her and taking her cup of coffee out of her hands and placing it on the table in front of her.
"Good morning, handsome," she says opening her blanket to me in an offer for me to join her on the couch. "I must really like you if I just let you take my coffee away from me like that."
"Hopefully, what I'm about to give you will wake you up even more than your coffee."
"Oh, I like that sound of that. What exactly did you have in mind?"
I spend the next thirty minutes showing her exactly what I have in mind, and as we lounge together under the morning sun, I know that nothing has ever felt so right. I don't know exactly how we're going to maneuver what exactly this is, and I respect her wishes to be discreet, but I am just not sure, realistically, how long that will be possible.
"I don't want to go back," I confess. "I just want to stay right here for at least a week, maybe a month. Does that work for you?"
"It sounds divine, but I think you would be missed. Me, not so much, but I think they may notice if you didn't show up for a month."
"Gorgeous, anyone who knows you, misses you the moment you leave the room."
"You're crazy, you know that?" she says, rolling her eyes while her face floods with a blush, bringing out the sweet side of her that I love just as much as her sassy, sexy side. The fact of the matter is, she truly has no idea what she does to men and just how alluring she is.
We're both naked and sharing a blanket with our feet up on the table. I grab her and pull her onto my lap and she yelps, but once I have her in place, she curls up like a child. Yes, having her on my lap, skin to skin, makes it nearly impossible to keep from getting a raging hard-on again, but that's not what this is about. With her positioned like this, I move her hair aside and speak low right into her ear.
"Miss Adams...the night I met you I may or may not have lingered around the room just so I could keep my eyes on you. In the process, I witnessed person after person go weak in the knees after a moment’s conversation with you. Male and female."
I feel her sigh on my neck. "You are so stupid."
"Olivia, there wasn't a man in that room who could keep his eyes off of you—no matter how sweet and demure you were. Your beauty is not usual, and I mean that in the most complimentary way. You are exquisite. You may be accessible, in that girl next door sort of way, but you are also sexy without having a clue what you are doing to men when you simply stop and introduce yourself."
"Ronan..."
"I saw men get hard on the spot, and because you were so sweet and unassuming their wives just smiled and shook their heads. You have an effect on every person you come in contact with. Evelyn noticed it instantly. You just have that thing, baby."
"Well, I still say you're crazy, and whatever this thing is, I hope you know it's all yours."
"Is that so?"
She stiffens in my arms.
"What?" I ask her, wondering what I could have said to make her uncomfortable.
"I know it's only been twenty-four hours and this is all new,