to miss how good that man looked in nothing but a pair of boxers.
“Only because I had an excellent nurse.” He stared at her for a moment as if he wanted to take her in, memorize her. He shook his head and took a long breath. “We should get you to bed. Did you see any extra blankets?”
Did he honestly think she would make him sleep on the floor? Now that she was in, she kind of wanted to be all in. She had no idea how long she would have with him. “It’s a king-size bed. I think we can share it.”
“Are you sure?”
She nodded and got in position to help him back to the bed. She liked him leaning on her, liked knowing he understood she was strong enough to help him. And she definitely liked that he hadn’t fought her on it, hadn’t pulled some masculine BS. “I am.”
She settled him on the right side of the bed and wished she were wearing something sexier than a way-too-big-for-her beer T-shirt. It hung to her knees and hid the one part of her she felt pretty confident in. Despite breastfeeding for almost a year, her boobs were still perky. Of course, he was a fairly careful man. He might have rules. “So if we’re going to date, I need to ask you a question. How do you feel about fooling around?”
He went still. “Are you asking specifically how I feel about fooling around with you or in general?”
All the talking stuff made her anxious. Why couldn’t he be one of those guys who took any shot he could with a woman? It would make it infinitely easier to get what she wanted if she didn’t actually have to admit that she wanted it. Of course, then he wouldn’t be Harry. Honest, upright, gorgeous Harry, who was going to make her admit everything. “I’m talking about you and me. I can’t stop thinking about kissing you.”
His hands came up to take hers. He pressed until they were palm to palm. “That’s because I told you I’m the best kisser in the world.”
He made her smile. She knew why he’d pulled that arrogant routine on her. He’d known how close she was to getting emotional, and he’d given her an out. This man always seemed to know what she needed. She threaded her fingers with his, loving how big his hands were. Harry’s hands were callused and warm and strong. “I don’t know about that. I seem to have forgotten, and then of course, how could I be sure? I haven’t kissed a ton of guys. Wouldn’t I need to kiss, well, all the other guys?”
He pulled her in, his eyes going hot. “You’re going to have to take my word for it because I don’t want you kissing anyone else. Not now that I have you where I want you.”
“In a motel room?”
He pulled her close and she suddenly found herself on her back, him looming over her. “Right here. With me. No matter where that is, Seraphina. As for fooling around, I am all for it if you’re willing to be with me. But it’s not fooling around. I’m serious about you, and you need to understand that.”
She let her arms go around his shoulders, her whole body softening under his. Her skin was starting to sing with anticipation. “You’re serious about me and you would be upset if I used you for sex.”
A shudder went through him. “You should understand that I would not take that well. I would be depressed and likely very vocal about how the gorgeous, smart blonde used me for my body.”
He was ridiculous. “Yes, everyone would believe that the single mom ruthlessly used you for sex.”
His face went serious. “I don’t only want sex from you.”
She cupped his face because her heart was already melting for him. “I don’t just want sex from you, but I do want it. I want you, Harry. I want you like I haven’t wanted anything in a long time. I want to be close to you. I want to be with you.”
“I want to be with you.” A hint of a smile crossed his face before he lowered his head to hers.
She could hear the rain beating against the window as the storm started up again, but it was mere background noise because Harry was kissing her. His lips brushed along hers, gentle at first, and then deeper, his tongue running along the seam of her