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Emily’s heart thumped wildly in her chest. Now, she just had to manage her expectations.
This could really just be dinner and a tour. Nothing more. She’d let Quinn decide how tonight was going to go.
As Emily got in her car and drove towards the cabin, she had to hope that maybe she could convince Quinn to give her a chance, because after spending just one night at the cabin and waking up to the peaceful quiet of the woods, Emily was already researching a plan that might allow her to spend more time here.
24
Quinn followed Emily inside, leaving her boots and coat by the door, immediately catching the scent of the fresh Christmas tree by the fireplace.
“Wow.” Quinn looked around her. The last time she was here, to deliver a meal to Emily’s grandfather, it was much darker. The curtains were a light gray now, the sofa and armchairs a beautiful brown leather, and the carpet was much brighter, a cream color instead of the deep green that she remembered. “This is very different.”
“In a good way?” Emily asked. “I forgot that you’d already been here.” She padded over to the fireplace, and bent to strike a match and get it going, the flames jumping up, making the firewood hiss and crackle.
Quinn nodded absent-mindedly as she looked around the room. “Yes. Definitely in a good way. You’ve done a good job with it. And there’s the famous piano.”
Emily’s lips slid into a smile as Quinn joined her in the living area. “We never did get your keyboard out.”
“We got distracted.” Quinn held her gaze.
When she’d accepted Emily’s invitation, she’d done so knowing that there was every chance she’d end up spending the night with Emily. She wouldn’t have come here if that wasn’t something she wanted.
“That can easily happen,” Emily said, matching Quinn’s serious tone.
There were no smart remarks. No flirting. Just intense eye contact as Quinn moved into Emily’s space, her hand finding Emily’s at her side.
“This is crazy,” Quinn said in just above a whisper.
“Which part?”
Quinn lifted her other hand to push a piece of Emily’s dark hair behind her ear. “All of it. How much I want you. How hard it is for me to stop thinking about you.”
“It’s the same for me,” Emily murmured, her eyes never leaving Quinn’s as her thumb lazily swiped along Quinn’s hand.
“When are you leaving?” Quinn asked, even though she almost didn’t want to know.
“New Year’s Day. I have to be at work the following day.”
“Okay.” Quinn held Emily’s gaze.
Emily drew in a deep breath, closing her eyes briefly. She leaned forward and tenderly pressed her forehead against Quinn’s. “I’m sorry,” she whispered softly.
“I know,” Quinn said, her own voice rough. She couldn’t be this close to Emily and not kiss her. She’d been thinking about little else for the last week. So, she placed her free hand on Emily’s waist and drew her closer.
She kissed her with such tenderness that it caught both of them by surprise, her lips moving slowly across Emily’s, both of them sighing into the kiss.
Emily’s hand slipped behind her neck, her thumb resting against the nape of Quinn’s neck as she deepened the kiss.
Quinn’s entire body pulsed with desire. How did Emily keep doing this to her?
Quinn moaned softly when Emily’s tongue met her own. The way this woman kissed her was like nothing she’d ever felt before.
“What are we doing?” Emily whispered when she broke the kiss. “I want this, but I don’t know what you want.”
“I want you to show me your bedroom.”
Emily pulled away enough to meet her eyes. “Really?”
“If that’s what you want.” Quinn pursed her lips. “I’ve already wasted a week, and it’s going to be so hard to say goodbye to you.”
