Shaking my head at the very different lifestyles we led I said, “I need to find work. I’m not the stay at home type. Maybe one day in the future if I had children to look after but-”
Radleigh burst out laughing. “You accused me of rushing things, and here you are talking about having children!”
Narrowing my eyes I said, “If you continue to make this conversation difficult for me, I will make sure you aren't capable of fathering children. Ever.”
“I’m not the one making this difficult,” he said, sliding his hands down to my hips. “And I would love to have children with you, by the way. You'd look really sexy pregnant.”
If I hadn't been aware of how sick I would feel if I moved, I would have turned away from the devilish smile on his face. As it was though, I was pretty much rooted to the spot and the corners of my mouth twitched.
“Are you really that guy I met in the training ground restaurant on my first day at work, who offered me a night of casual sex?”
“Oh, very clever. Are you that girl who spent weeks saying she wasn't interested in me, only to keep me awake all night after a drunken night out at a wedding?”
“We were both guilty of misleading each other. But now we’re being honest. I really think we need to take this slowly.”
He leaned in close to me, and just before his lips brushed against mine, he stopped.
“Slowly,?
?? he repeated, with his trademark mischievous grin.
Feeling his warm breath against my cheek made me shiver, and I nodded. It was all I was capable of doing at that moment.
“I can do that,” he said.
I tilted my head back slightly, waiting for the moment our mouths would meet but it didn't come.
“Is there something you want, Leah,” Radleigh asked, his hand stroking the back of my neck.
“Well,” I began, nonchalantly, “since you've been in London, we haven't really … I mean … you haven't-”
My words were cut off as he finally gave me the kiss I’d been anticipating for so long.
It was just like the first time he kissed me. The intensity, the passion. Except it was better. It meant so much more than the first time. It wasn't about some passing physical attraction anymore, not that that attraction had diminished in any way. But along with it were real feelings. Feelings we had taken far too long to admit. As his hands ran through my hair, I couldn't quite remember why that was.
.