Christmas Kisses with My Cowboy - Diana Palmer Page 0,119
was rubbing up against him in unspoken invitation.
“You good?” he managed to ask between kisses. “You want me?”
“Oh, yes,” she breathed back at him. “Please.”
He slowly eased inside her, his gaze intent as he noted every nuance of her expression. She walked her feet up his thighs sending him even deeper, and with a soft growl he moved faster. She closed her eyes and clung to his shoulders as his powerful body took her higher and higher until she climaxed and gasped his name.
He didn’t stop, but drove her on to another high and they came together, which was something Veronica had read about, but never really believed could happen in real life. Ted slumped over her like a plank hit him. She had to give him a polite nudge to make him roll off her.
“Sorry,” he muttered.
“It’s all good.”
Without the heat of his body covering her, Veronica suddenly felt cold, but the feeling didn’t last for long as he gathered her into his arms and pulled the covers over them. She settled against him, her cheek against his chest and her palm over his still-racing heart. She waited for the guilt, or recriminations, or self-doubt to wash over her and felt nothing but a sense of righteousness.
Ted wasn’t Jason. Whatever happened between them next, he would never react like her ex.
He stroked her hair away from her face and tucked it behind her ear.
“You okay?”
“I’m good.” She kissed his chest. “You?”
“Also good.” He went quiet for a minute before asking, “You want to stay here tonight?”
“In your bed?”
“Yeah, I wasn’t planning on kicking you out of the apartment.”
She nipped his nipple and he fake-growled.
“I need to go and check in on Bacon, and brush my teeth, but I’ll definitely come back if you’d like me to.”
“I would.”
Neither of them made any effort to move and Veronica’s eyes closed as she drifted toward sleep. The sound of her phone buzzing made her abruptly sit up.
“Where did I leave my cell?”
Ted looked around the clothes-strewn floor. “I have no idea.” He obligingly got out of bed and searched through her clothing. “It’s not here. Your jeans are still in the laundry room, I think.”
She grabbed a T-shirt from his chair and rushed into the hallway, but her phone had already stopped ringing. She paused to investigate her jeans, which didn’t reveal her cell, and then went into the kitchen where her phone sat on the countertop. The unknown number had an L.A. code. She checked for a message, but whoever it was hadn’t left one, which left her imagination running riot. She didn’t recognize the number. Had it been the cops, or one of Jason’s friends?
“Everything okay?”
She jumped when Ted came up behind her, and immediately shut down her phone and clutched it to her chest.
“Great!” she said brightly. “I’ll go and check on Bacon now that I’m up.”
* * *
Ted watched Veronica rush down the hallway, his brow creased. He didn’t want to be that guy, but she’d looked guilty as hell when he’d come up behind her. Who was calling her, and why was she so keen to talk to them that she’d leapt out of bed like a rocket? Was it possible that she still had some other guy in L.A.? He’d told her he didn’t have a girlfriend, but he hadn’t inquired about her relationships....
Ted rubbed a hand over his unshaven jaw and stared unseeingly down the hallway toward his dad’s bathroom. For the first time in his life, he’d jumped in with both feet. Up until about five minutes ago, he’d loved every second of his free fall, but now he was back wishing he’d stayed put. Maybe this was why he was the slow and cautious type—keeping up with Veronica was already giving him heartburn.
He strolled casually toward his own bedroom door, which was past his dad’s. He could hear Veronica talking to the pig, so she wasn’t back on the phone. He paused at his open door and surveyed the rumpled sheets. Should he ask her what was going on, or should he leave things be, and just enjoy being with her? He didn’t want to mess things up, but he also didn’t want to be a complete fool.
The bathroom door opened and he pretended to be busy sorting out the clothes on the floor. He looked up as she came toward him, her cheeks flushed, and her hair falling down around her shoulders. She was wearing his T-shirt, which was too big for