Chapters (92)
- First
- Love Connection
- Zero
- One
- Two
- Three
- Four
- Five
- Six
- Seven
- Eight
- Nine
- Ten
- Eleven
- One Month Later
- Twelve
- Thirteen
- Fourteen
- Fifteen
- Six Months Later
- Sixteen
- Seventeen
- Eighteen
- Nineteen
- Twenty
- Twenty-one
- Twenty-two
- Twenty-three
- Twenty-four
- Six Months Later
- Twenty-five
- Twenty-six
- Twenty-seven
- Twenty-eight
- Twenty-nine
- Thirty
- Thirty-one
- Thirty-two
- Thirty-three
- I Have Never
- One
- Two
- Three
- Four
- Five
- Six
- Seven
- Eight
- Nine
- Ten
- Eleven
- Twelve
- Thirteen
- Fourteen
- Fifteen
- Sixteen
- Seventeen
- Eighteen
- Nineteen
- Twenty
- Twenty-one
- Twenty-two
- A Christmas Date
- One
- Two
- Three
- Four
- Five
- Six
- Seven
- Eight
- Nine
- Ten
- Eleven
- Twelve
- Thirteen
- Fourteen
- Fifteen
- Sixteen
- Seventeen
- Eighteen
- Nineteen
- Twenty
- Twenty-one
- Twenty-two
- Note from the Author
- Sneak Peek – To the Stars and Back
- Two
- Three
- Four
- Also by Camilla Isley
- About the Author
Diego keeps staring at me, clearly unsatisfied with my answer. Taking a deep breath, I try to explain the big mess I’ve gotten myself into. “Okay, fine, I used to have a crush on him. That’s why I worked so hard on his gift.” I cringe at how easily I’m now downgrading my previous obsession with Paul to a silly crush, but that’s really all it feels like now. “And yes, he was a big part of the reason why it was so difficult for me to come home alone this year. Julia had just announced the engagement, and that she was bringing Paul home for the holidays, and I thought I still liked him, and that Julia had sort of stolen him from me, and it was too much to handle on my own as the spinster sister.”
I watch Diego as he tries to digest all this new information.
“But now you’re over him?” he asks.
“Yes. One hundred percent.”
“Is there anything else you haven’t told me?”
“No,” I say.
Diego keeps quiet next to me for the longest time, and I have no idea what’s passing through his mind as he stares down at the comforter. When he finally lifts his gaze again, his eyes are burning. “When did you stop liking him?”
There’s only one honest answer I can give him. “The first time you kissed me, in the garden. It’s like you erased everything I ever felt for—”
He doesn’t let me finish. His face contorts into an almost animal snarl, a primordial expression of male possessiveness, and he kisses me, imprisoning my face between his hands and pressing his lips to mine with such passion I might faint. Thank goodness I’m already in bed.
We kiss for a long time, just like last night. But when he looks me in the eyes and tenderly brushes the hair away from my forehead, I know tonight is not going to be kissing-only. I haven’t been with a man in forever, and I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want Diego right now. My body wants him, my mind wants him… I want to give myself to him, and I want all of him in return.
Diego has been in my life only a short time, and we haven’t spoken about the future or where we stand with each other. But looking into the green of his eyes, I can’t help but trust him with all my heart, with all of my body, with everything that I am…
Making love to Diego is a soul-wrenching experience. It shatters me to pieces, before bringing me back together in his embrace. We make love all night until we’re both too exhausted to keep going, and we fall asleep clinging to each other.