Written with You (The Regret Duet #2)(10)

Hadley: That’s unfortunate.

Me: Yep. It’s going to take me an hour and a half to get there and back and that’s assuming I don’t hit any traffic. Realistically more like two hours. But you know what I just discovered?

Hadley: That there are at least thirty pizza places closer to your house that will deliver?

Me: Nope. The Bistro delivers to YOUR house. Open the door. I’ve got nearly two hours to kill before I have to be home.



Her porch light almost immediately came on followed by the click of the deadbolt.

It cracked open an inch and a single gorgeous—and slightly creepy—green eye peeked out. “What are you doing here?”

I grinned, leaning to the side to see what she was wearing. I hoped like hell it was that nearly see-through tank top again. “Waiting for my pizza.”

Her lips hitched as she pulled the door open and bingo! Different tank top, but it was comprised of even less material than the first, showing not only her hard nipples but also a delicious swell of cleavage.

I shouldn’t have come.

But then again, I shouldn’t have was quickly becoming my life’s motto with Hadley. I was past the point of caring.

Tracing my gaze down her body, I gave the door a gentle shove and she allowed it to swing all the way open. Damn. Ugly teal pajama pants. Meh. You win some, you lose some.

I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about her since she’d pulled out of my driveway.

The day had been filled with a myriad of emotions, each one striking me at the bone.

The fear on her face.

The tears in her eyes.

The smile on her mouth as she’d opened Rosalee’s present.

The kisses she’d blown to my giggling girl as she’d backed out of my driveway.

I rested my hand on the curve of her hip and dipped to kiss her.

Weaving to the side, she dodged me. “You had your pizza delivered to my place?”

“Don’t worry. I got you a stuffed-crust veggie lovers for your troubles.” I aimed for her mouth again, murmuring, “But if that is not enough, I have come prepared to offer you the max amount of orgasms you can experience in two hours.”

That time, she couldn’t escape me. My lips sealed over hers, and as if I’d found the hidden button, her arms came up, wrapping around my neck.

She moaned, backing us both into her house. While our tongues danced, I kicked the door shut and blindly fumbled with the lock. After blindly locking the door, I focused my attention on her round ass.

“Caven, wait.”

I opened my eyes and stilled my roaming hands, mumbling against her lips. “For what?”

“I don’t know.”

“Okay, you think about it for a while, and if you come up with an answer, you let me know.” Smiling, I kissed her again.

But it wasn’t returned.

I leaned away to get a better read on her face. Body language said she was all in—but her eyes. Fuck. Her eyes told me she was freaked the hell out.

I immediately took a step away. Just enough distance to give her space without having to release her. “Hey, what’s going on? Talk to me.”

She shifted in closer, plastering her front to mine while saying, “I don’t think this is a good idea anymore.”

Well, hello there, mixed signals.

“What’s not?”

“Me and you.”

“What about us?” I wasn’t a total dumbass. I knew what she was trying to say, but I wanted her to explain it because it had sure as hell felt like she’d thought it was a fan-fucking-tastic idea the night before.

She put her chin on my pec and stared up at me through her lashes—all innocent and gorgeous. “You’re Rosalee’s dad.”

“I am. And always will be her dad. But unless she snuck into my pocket on my way out of the house, she’s not here right now.”

She. Got. Closer. Her thigh wedged between my legs and her hip pressed against my cock, straining against my zipper. “What if this blows up?”

“Oh, it’s going to blow up. Disaster in the making, remember?” I palmed her ass again, rocking her against me. She’d said to wait, but if she could touch me, I assumed it worked the other way around. “I thought we decided what happens when I’m here doesn’t involve her.”

“We did. But what if we also spent some of our limited time together getting to know each other in non-naked ways so, if and when this does blow up in our faces, we’ll know each other and we can say we accomplished something other than tangling the sheets?”

I twisted my lips and squinted one eye. “Non-naked, huh? I don’t suppose that means keeping our pants around our ankles while I fuck you against the wall, does it?”

She bit her lip and her face pinked with excitement rather than a blush. “That’s…” She shook her head like it pained her to finish the thought. “Not exactly what I meant. Maybe we could just…talk tonight?”

She wanted me.

I could feel it like the sun scorching my skin.

But she wasn’t wrong about getting to know each other. Hell, I wasn’t even sure it was possible to keep my constant need to touch her isolated inside her house. And if anything ever came of there being an us—but especially if it didn’t—getting to know her and feeling comfortable together could possibly help the parts of our life that did involve our daughter.