beautiful, watching him come, the play of pleasure moving across his face, knowing how good she was making him feel.
Minutes later as they lay damp and panting side by side on the bed, he turned his head to her. “You probably need to get back to work in the City, don't you.”
“Probably,” she agreed.
It was incredibly gratifying to watch disappointment move across his face. And maybe, she thought to herself, even a little mean of her to do that to him. If only to confirm that he'd miss her when she left.
“But I was thinking I could just make some calls instead.” She smiled. “I want to stay here with you.”
For as long as they could possibly keep the “real” world at bay.
“You don't—”
He cut himself off with a curse and shifted back hard on the bed away from her.
Following her impulse—apparently where Luke was concerned she was unable to do anything else, even when she knew better, even when she knew she was just setting herself up to be destroyed—she moved from her side of the bed and shifted over him so that she was sitting up above him straddling his hips.
“You can say anything to me. You know that, don't you?”
She saw him try to fight a grin and lose the battle.
“Where the hell did you come from?”
Holding her hands out at her sides as if she were trying to fly, perfectly comfortable with her nudity, she said, “I'm one-of-a-kind.”
His grin widened, but then, suddenly fell away. “I can't ask you to stay. I shouldn't ask you to stay.”
“You use those words too much. Can't. Shouldn't. I think you should stop worrying about a bunch of random rules and get to the real question.” She pressed her palms flat against his six-pack, enjoying the feel of his muscles rippling beneath her hands. “What do you want, Luke?”
“I want you to stay.”
This time, it was her turn for her grin to fall away at his potent statement. And when he followed it up with, “I don't know what I would do if you left, Janica,” she was pretty sure all the breath left her lungs.
Again, it wasn't love, but it was something. Something more than she'd ever thought to hear him say to her, to have him feel for her. Especially considering the way he'd practically been trying to force her out the door before their walk on the beach, when he'd been an apple and she'd been an orange.
But when she looked at him, she could see that there was still something more.
“Say it all, Luke. You don't have to hold back with me.”
She could see his brain trying to take over. She moved one hand from his stomach to his heart.
“Keep talking from here, not up there,” she said, nodding at his head.
“I just want to be with you. For the next few days without any—” He cut himself off again. “I suck at this, don't I?”
“Kind of,” she teased, then decided to let him off the hook by saying, “Are you trying to tell me that you just want to have fun?”
“Fun,” he repeated, the word almost hollow. He didn't move or speak again for a long moment. Finally, he said, “That's exactly what I want.”
She knew what he was really asking for. No more difficult questions. No more trying to reach inside his heart to uncover everything he kept hidden.
And no more worrying about the real world or either of their opposite places in it.
Her answer was simple. And the only one she could give. Because she wasn't strong enough to leave him. Not when she loved him so damn much it actually hurt.
“Okay.”
He didn't look convinced. “I know it's a lot to ask.”
Slowly shifting her weight down his hips to get closer to the erection that she’d felt growing against her backside during their conversation, she said, “I'm all for fun,” as she wriggled down over him. “Although in the name of full disclosure, there is one thing, though, that I don't think I'm going to be able to promise you.”
“Tell me,” he said, his hips shifting with hers, easily finding her wet heat.
“I don't think I'm going
Minutes later as they lay damp and panting side by side on the bed, he turned his head to her. “You probably need to get back to work in the City, don't you.”
“Probably,” she agreed.
It was incredibly gratifying to watch disappointment move across his face. And maybe, she thought to herself, even a little mean of her to do that to him. If only to confirm that he'd miss her when she left.
“But I was thinking I could just make some calls instead.” She smiled. “I want to stay here with you.”
For as long as they could possibly keep the “real” world at bay.
“You don't—”
He cut himself off with a curse and shifted back hard on the bed away from her.
Following her impulse—apparently where Luke was concerned she was unable to do anything else, even when she knew better, even when she knew she was just setting herself up to be destroyed—she moved from her side of the bed and shifted over him so that she was sitting up above him straddling his hips.
“You can say anything to me. You know that, don't you?”
She saw him try to fight a grin and lose the battle.
“Where the hell did you come from?”
Holding her hands out at her sides as if she were trying to fly, perfectly comfortable with her nudity, she said, “I'm one-of-a-kind.”
His grin widened, but then, suddenly fell away. “I can't ask you to stay. I shouldn't ask you to stay.”
“You use those words too much. Can't. Shouldn't. I think you should stop worrying about a bunch of random rules and get to the real question.” She pressed her palms flat against his six-pack, enjoying the feel of his muscles rippling beneath her hands. “What do you want, Luke?”
“I want you to stay.”
This time, it was her turn for her grin to fall away at his potent statement. And when he followed it up with, “I don't know what I would do if you left, Janica,” she was pretty sure all the breath left her lungs.
Again, it wasn't love, but it was something. Something more than she'd ever thought to hear him say to her, to have him feel for her. Especially considering the way he'd practically been trying to force her out the door before their walk on the beach, when he'd been an apple and she'd been an orange.
But when she looked at him, she could see that there was still something more.
“Say it all, Luke. You don't have to hold back with me.”
She could see his brain trying to take over. She moved one hand from his stomach to his heart.
“Keep talking from here, not up there,” she said, nodding at his head.
“I just want to be with you. For the next few days without any—” He cut himself off again. “I suck at this, don't I?”
“Kind of,” she teased, then decided to let him off the hook by saying, “Are you trying to tell me that you just want to have fun?”
“Fun,” he repeated, the word almost hollow. He didn't move or speak again for a long moment. Finally, he said, “That's exactly what I want.”
She knew what he was really asking for. No more difficult questions. No more trying to reach inside his heart to uncover everything he kept hidden.
And no more worrying about the real world or either of their opposite places in it.
Her answer was simple. And the only one she could give. Because she wasn't strong enough to leave him. Not when she loved him so damn much it actually hurt.
“Okay.”
He didn't look convinced. “I know it's a lot to ask.”
Slowly shifting her weight down his hips to get closer to the erection that she’d felt growing against her backside during their conversation, she said, “I'm all for fun,” as she wriggled down over him. “Although in the name of full disclosure, there is one thing, though, that I don't think I'm going to be able to promise you.”
“Tell me,” he said, his hips shifting with hers, easily finding her wet heat.
“I don't think I'm going
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