Page 82 of Finding London
“Wait,” I say through a laugh. “I have a question,” I get out as his lips start attacking my neck.
“What’s that?” he breathes against my sensitive skin.
“How long do we have?”
“Until?” He lifts his gaze to meet mine.
“You leave.”
“Two months. We head out the first of December.”
“Perfect.”
“Why’s that?” His brows furrow, his eyes assessing.
“You’ll be shipping out before Michigan’s real winter hits, so I won’t have to try to get out of all the outdoorsy crap I’m sure you would have planned.”
“You’re such a brat.” He tickles my sides. “All of our time together this past week has been spent indoors. I don’t know what you’re complaining about. Plus, remember that means I will be getting back right before winter starts the next year, so I’ll make sure to plan all of our reunion dates to be outside.”
“I vote that I’m in charge of all reunion-date planning.”
He grins, and it’s carefree and sexy. Grasping my face in his hands, he says, “I vote that we worry about that in a year and two months. For now, you can tell me all about this Internet sex that you have planned. Or, better yet, you can show me.” His expression is lusty and primal.
His words shoot chills through my body as I draw in a deep breath. My body is instantly needy for him.
“I can do that.” I stare up into his amazing blue depths, immediately lost in my Loïc obsession.
His lips find mine, and I’m so thankful that, out of all the obsessions I could have chosen, I got him. There is no one else I’d rather get lost in.
“You know what I was thinking?” I ask, my limbs once again jelly as they entwine with Loïc’s.
He props himself up on his elbows. “What’s that?” He smiles down to me.
“That we leave this bed today.”
He cocks his head to the side in a distractingly charming way. “Why would we want to do that?”
“I know, right?” I giggle. “I was just thinking that, because it’s Saturday, it might be a good day to meet Maggie. I’ve never even met her. I mean, you’re so close with Paige that you’ve witnessed her in all her bed head and morning-breath glory, and I haven’t even been introduced to one of your best friends. If I had, we wouldn’t have had the drama of last week because I would have known it was Maggie.”
He studies my face, like it’s a puzzle he can’t solve. “You’re right. God, I’m sorry, London. I hope you don’t think I’ve kept you from her like I didn’t want her to see you or anything like that. She knows all about you—obviously. The few times you’ve seen Cooper, she’s been at work. It wasn’t intentional.”
“I know that.”
He reaches for his phone on the bedside table. “Let me text Coop and tell him we want to hang out tonight.” He swipes his phone. “Oh, Cooper sent me a text a few minutes ago, telling me to come home, that he has something to show me. Cool,” he says to himself. He types something out and puts his phone down.
“What’d you tell him?”
“That I’d be home in an hour.”
“Why an hour?”
“So, we can shower first.” He raises a brow.
I throw a pillow at him as I get up. “Hell no. I need a reprieve. I’m going to shower without you.”
“That’s no fun,” he protests. “Fine, we shower together, and I’ll promise to keep my hands to myself.”
“You’d better.” I accusingly point at him. “I’m serious. Shower only.”
