Always Only You by Chloe Liese (z-lib.org).epub

Physically. Emotionally. We’ll go slow, just spend time together.”
“Oh, I feel zero pressure. Going slow isn’t necessary.” And I swear to
whoever is the patron saint of sexual satisfaction—trust me, there is one,
Catholics have patron saints for everything— if that man doesn’t seduce me the
moment that I walk into his house tomorrow, I’m going to lose my mind.
“Great. You can come over tomorrow night. I can cook, and we can just
relax.”
Cook and relax. That sounds promising. Like Ren’s version of Netflix and
chill.
“That works. But let it be known, I’m going to expect you to pay visits to my
humble bungalow, too. I like my hobbit hole.”
“Sure. I’ll spend time at the bungalow. Only thing I’m not sure about is
overnights. I need a king-size bed. I don’t fit on those queens.”
“I—what?” I stumble over my train of thought. Sex is one thing. Sleepovers
are another. Sleepovers mean cuddles and bonding. Intimacy I haven’t accessed
for years except for when I let Pazza smoosh me with her “hugs” on the sofa and
I feel the ridiculous amount of love you can harbor for an animal creature.
“So, uh—” I clear my throat behind a fist, trying to look not entirely freaked
out. “You’re planning on overnights?”
Deep breath, Francesca. One step at a time.
Ren pins me with his cat eyes. “You’ve seen me work every moment I have
under the lights, Francesca. I plan on being similarly dedicated when the lights
are out.”
Holy soaked panties.
He looks up at the waiter when he arrives at our table. “Can we have the
dessert menu? Thanks.”
“You’re getting dessert?” I croak. I chug some root beer and try to snap out
of the sex haze. “What’s Lars going to say? He’ll smell those simple
carbohydrates on your breath. Then it’s game over.”
Ren grins. “Not for me. I know enough by now to understand that if I’m
eating with you, dessert’s in order.”
“You’re buttering me up.”
“Hardly. I’m just trying to put a smile on that lovely face with the help of a
little culinary indulgence.”
I level him with a sharp look. “Don’t count on too many smiles. I think I’ve
hit my quota for today.”
His grin deepens as sunlight spills through the restaurant. “Yes, ma’am.”