Without pulling away or actually giving him the reprieve he'd asked for, the little blonde in his arms considered the request. She could push – again – and have everything she wanted; she really didn't think that Ian would tell her no. The word was well on its way to leaving his vocabulary, when it came to the girl he'd taken in as his secret ward. She knew it. He was realizing it. There was no need for self-deception.
After a moment's contemplation, Adelaide stroked her fingertips sweetly along the back of his neck, nodding before she rested her forehead up against his again. It was a safer distance, one without their lips almost touching, but still saturated with intimacy. And she was as affected as he was – breathless and soft, and oh-so-reluctant to leave his arms. "Yes," she agreed readily, almost dreamily. "I would... I would give you anything you asked for, Ian."