This is a deleted scene from Better Deeds than Words, a scene which takes place in the middle of the night on the weekend Aubrey and Daniel stay at the cottage. This is their second intimate encounter. While they discuss their nighttime encounter the next morning, it isn’t included in the book. Hope you enjoy!
When a voice roused me from my sleep, I thought for a minute Daniel had woken up and started watching the movie after all, but the voice wasn’t coming from the TV. Daniel was curled around me, his chest pressed against my back as he mumbled in his sleep. I peered at the digital clock on the nightstand. It was two in the morning. I snuggled back into his arms.
“You’re mine,” he murmured. Then he breathed deeply a few times. “You’re mine.“
We’d slept together twice now, and both times he’d talked in his sleep. This was obviously a nocturnal habit. What was he dreaming about? I wished I could be inside his mind, if only for a moment.
Once more he uttered the same two words and then sighed contentedly.
I smiled and turned my head. “You’re right, Daniel. I am yours,” I whispered.
I settled onto the pillow, gently floating back into the darkness of sleep. But then Daniel made a lovely purring sound. His hips were flush against my lower back while his lips tickled my neck. Was he awake?
When his mouth moved to my shoulder, teeth tugging at the silk strap of my nightie and a very hard part of his body pressed insistently against the back of my thigh, there was no doubt in my mind—he was awake. Awake and very much recovered.
His fingertips gently explored my body, carefully lowering the straps of my nightie and drawing slow circles around my nipples as my nightgown slipped below my breasts. I clasped his hand and guided it downward, moaning as he breathed hotly in my ear.
“Shh.” No more than a quiet breath, this silent command made me melt back against him, my head falling gently against his shoulder.
He slowly slid my panties down and pushed off his boxers. With his hand nestled between my legs, he ground himself hard against the silk of my nightie. I gathered up some of the fabric in my hand and reached for him. This time, his breath in my ear was a quietly whispered, “Yes,” as he slowly thrust against my silk-covered palm, stroking me all the while, as intent on my pleasure as his own.
I shifted my nightie out of the way and angled my hips back, guiding him between my thighs and holding my breath as he eased inside me and began moving in long, leisurely strokes.
Neither of us spoke, both lost in the quiet, unhurried passion of our joined bodies. The subtlest changes in breathing and touch were heightened by the dark silence of the room.
I curled my hand around Daniel’s to guide his motions, and when I arched my back against him with a quiet cry, I didn’t know whether it was my fingers or his that had ultimately pushed me over the edge. It didn’t matter. I whimpered, rocking backwards against his body, shuddering with pleasure. Daniel held my hip and, with a whispered curse and a final deep thrust, his teeth sank gently into my shoulder. His lips remained there while he gradually regained his breathing.
“Hey,” he said softly after a few quiet moments.
He relaxed onto his pillow and I followed.
“Beautiful.” He cupped my breast and gently rubbed his thumb across my nipple.
“Mmm.” I turned so I was lying on his chest, my arm draped across him.
“Go back to sleep, my lovely.” He kissed my forehead. “Have sweet dreams.”
“You too,” I mumbled, completely relaxed and already beginning to drift off.
A few moments later I heard him say in the softest voice, “I love you so much. I still can’t believe you’re mine.” I wasn’t entirely sure whether he was awake and aware of what he was saying, or asleep and dreaming again.
Or maybe I was the one who was dreaming because everything seemed too perfect to be real.
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The next book in the series, The Truest of Words, comes out on November 18th.
With the end of term finally behind them, Aubrey and Daniel look forward to building a life together. A painful realization that they can’t truly embrace the future until they’ve come to terms with the past leads them to discover the healing potential of forgiveness and the power of unconditional love.
Like the first two books in the series, The Truest of Words is a romantic tale that blends witty banter with passion and drama.