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

Playlist: “Work,” Charlotte Day Wilson
I LIFT MY HAND TO KNOCK ON REN’S DOOR, BUT IT SWINGS OPEN BEFORE I CAN.
My fist drops lamely to my side. Jesus Tossing Tables in the Temple, Ren’s
wearing joggers. Fitted, dark gray joggers. And a white long-sleeved shirt,
pushed up his forearms.
“Francesca.” He steps back, holding the door open wider. Pazza bounds in
and jumps up, setting her paws on his stomach.
“Pazza, down!” I poke her butt with my cane and push the door shut behind
me.
When I look back, Ren’s eyes are on me, a small smile warming his face. “I
don’t mind when she jumps. It’s nice that someone looks happy to see me.”
I tip my head.
Ren sighs. “That was a hint. About you.”
“I don’t speak hints.” I walk by him, dropping my bag and leaning my cane
on the wall so I can reach to take off my shoes. “Say it or don’t—ack!”
Warm, solid arms sweep me off my feet. Three long Ren-strides, then I’m set
gently on the kitchen island, Ren’s hands splayed on either side of me. His
mouth whispers over my cheek, his lips teasing their way to the shell of my ear.
“There’s no pressure. You just have to be a little happy you’re here.”
“I’m very happy,” I say breathlessly. My hands slide up his arms and rest on
his rounded shoulders, sending air rushing out of him. Ren’s warmth presses
closer between my legs. Gently, his hands span my waist, and draw me nearer.
Soft, nuzzling kisses down my neck light a solar flare deep inside.
“Good,” he whispers. One last, firm kiss to the base of my throat, before he
pulls away. “I’m happy you’re here, too.”
Carefully, he lifts me off the island and begins to step back, but I launch
myself at him, wrapping my arms tight around his broad chest. “I’m sorry that I