Better Deeds Than Words (Words#2) Read Online Free Page B

are John Neal’s. Gramps loved kite analogies. If Patty ever wants to feel close to my grandfather, this is where she comes.”
    “Thank you.”
    “For what?”
    “For bringing me here. It means a lot that you would share this with me. This place is obviously close to your heart.”
    He pushed my hood back gently.
    “You know you’re making quite a home for yourself in my heart too, right?”
    I swallowed thickly. Speechless again. I lowered my eyes, but he tilted my face up, kissing me tenderly, his tongue slipping warmly between my lips.
    “Your nose is cold,” I said as he pulled away.
    “Your tongue is hot,” he whispered.
    I leaned into him, eager for more. He pressed his lips against mine, his hands caressing my face.
    “I meant what I said a minute ago,” he said. “You’re all I think about. Sometimes I feel like I’ve known you forever, and other times you do or say something that reminds me how much I still have to learn. I wish we had more time together.”
    “I know what you mean.” I snuggled into his neck as he held me close.
    “‘ I have no precious time at all to spend, nor services to do, till you require ,’” he whispered. “‘ Nor dare I chide the world-without-end hour whilst I, my sovereign, watch the clock for you .’”
    “You wrote that sonnet out for me a few days before Mary’s memorial service,” I reminded him.
    “It’s a favorite.”
    “The sonnets aren’t my specialty, unfortunately.”
    “You’d better brush up, Miss Price. I happen to know of an assignment that’ll require some attention to Master Shakespeare’s sonnets.”
    “Jeez, here we go. On with the TA hat.” I sighed.
    He laughed. “Oh, come on, I’ve avoided shop-talk all evening. I’ve been good, haven’t I?”
    “I’d say you’ve been very good.” I raised an eyebrow.
    “And you, my lovely, are incorrigible,” he said, kissing me with an intensity that made my heart gallop. “Stay with me tonight.”
    I gaped at him, dumbfounded. “What did you say?”
    “Stay with me. I want you to come home with me.”
    My heart pounded harder. “Daniel, that’s not a good idea. You don’t know what you’re saying.”
    “I know exactly what I’m saying,” he insisted, kissing my cheek. “I haven’t forgotten your conditions and our compromise. I’m just as determined to take things slowly as you are. Like you said on Friday, I want us to spend time getting to know each other. I don’t have some master plan to try to seduce you. Well, that’s not entirely true, but I promise not to put it into effect tonight.”
    I rolled my eyes, and he grinned.
    “I have a pull-out couch in my office. I’ll sleep there, and you can sleep in my bed. All this sneaking around is getting old. Wouldn’t it be nice to be together without looking over our shoulders?”
    “You can’t be serious.”
    “I’ve never been more serious.”
    He kissed me again. I couldn’t focus, couldn’t possibly be expected to formulate rational thoughts. I closed my eyes as he slid his nose gently along my jaw and nuzzled my ear. “Please say yes.”
    Oh God. Yes—yes to whatever you want! Anything!
    “I can’t,” I said. “I have to work in the morning. And I have a huge PowerPoint presentation that I need to finish before Tuesday.”
    “I’ll help you with your presentation,” he said. “You can use my laptop. You can be home in plenty of time to get to work. I have to meet my dad in the morning, anyway.” He kissed me again. “Say yes.”
    I could feel my resolve wavering. I was going to argue that I didn’t even have access to the work I’d already done on my presentation, but I’d emailed the rough draft to my group members and could easily retrieve it from my outbox.
    “But I don’t have any clothes, a toothbrush…” I didn’t sound quite as convincing as I meant to.
    He looked at me earnestly.
    “Now you’re being silly. We’ll swing by a store on the way home so you can grab a toothbrush,