Page 10 of His to Seduce
I grinned at the thought before setting down the cup of coffee I’d bought for her on my way back from working out. Settling next to her on the bed, I ran my fingers through her hair. I leaned closer and pressed my lips to her temple. I’d planned a big day for us; and as much as I wanted to climb into bed next to her, slide my hands to her stomach, her hips, and then farther south, we had to get moving in order to meet our boat.
“Camden.” I whispered her name, brushed my lips over her ear. She stirred and her eyes flickered. Her body tensed to roll, so I moved my hand to her hip, stilling her. “Wake up, sleepyhead.”
She shifted again and I grinned. Her eyes flickered again and opened. I had a brief flash of fear that she’d wake up, turn those beautiful green eyes away from me, and scramble out of bed and take off.
My hand on her hip tightened in preparation for her flight.
“Hey,” she said, surprising me with her easiness as she fully awoke. Her lips spread into a wide, soft smile and she blinked the dredges of sleep away. “Good morning.”
“Good morning to you.”
“What time is it?”
“Time to get moving.” Her eyes widened and so did my smile. Gesturing to her cup of coffee, I stood from the bed to restrain myself from collapsing on top of her, taking her the way I wanted to. “We have a busy day.”
Her brows wrinkled and she looked at the cup before glaring at me. “What are you talking about?” Her eyes narrowed as she watched me. “And why are you dressed? And showered?”
I grabbed our coffees from the table and held hers out. “Sit up. Have some coffee, and then we need to hit the beach. We have a chartered boat waiting for us soon.”
“A chartered boat?” Her eyes widened again and she blinked rapidly, looking around my room as if she were still dreaming.
“You’re awake,” I assured her. “Or at least you will be after you have coffee.”
She shook her head and pushed herself back on the bed, propping her shoulders on the pillows. “Thanks, but I don’t drink coffee.”
Someone who didn’t live off caffeine? I briefly wondered if I could trust her. “Weird,” I muttered and set down the cup. “Can I get you anything, then, while you get ready?”
Her gaze swept the room once more before landing back on me. “I need to go to my room.”
“No you don’t.” I bent down and picked up the bag I’d gone to her room to get earlier. It wasn’t breaking and entering if I used a key—her key…from her purse.
I wasn’t ashamed of my actions. I’d already told her I was planning on spending the weekend proving we’d be good together. I couldn’t do that if she went to her own room and hid from me.
Her brows jumped up and her mouth went slack when she saw the lime-green bag I placed on the edge of the bed.Herlime-green bag. “You…what?”
She scrambled from the sheets and I drank in the look of her body. Damn, she was so pretty. All long and lean, a runner’s body, and all that pale skin because she hadn’t slept in anything. She didn’t even notice she was still naked when she grabbed the handles of her bag.
I categorized every dip and curve. Every beauty mark, especially the one I’d spent time sucking on right inside her left hip bone. The scar on her hip that I desperately wanted to ask her about but knew she wouldn’t explain. Three inches of jagged and raised white flesh. It was old but nasty. She didn’t seem the least bit conscious of it until I felt it and kissed it last night.
“You went to my room?” she gasped as she dug through the bag, searching for…what? And then gave a resigned sigh when she sat back on her heels. Her pussy was visible and my dick hardened at the gorgeous sight of her. Had I really chosen to go snorkeling instead of spending the day in bed with her? But I had, and I couldn’t, wouldn’t, turn back now, despite how tempting her body was.
“I did. I packed all your bathroom stuff and what you’ll need for today.”
She did another quick search of her bag. “There’s barely any clothes. Only my swimsuit.”
“I know. The rest of your things are hanging in the closet.”
“This is crossing a line.” Her words were a warning, but her voice wasn’t. It was too soft, too surprised to carry any weight.
I shrugged and took another sip of my coffee. “We’re running out of time. Go shower and get ready, and then we’ll head out.”
I reached the doorway before she called out, “You haven’t told me what we’re doing.”
“I know. It’s a surprise, and you’ll love it. Be ready in twenty minutes or we’ll miss our boat. Now, can I get you anything?”
“Juice.” She growled, low and frustrated. “Please.”
I grinned into my mug and left the room to go replenish my coffee and get her some juice.
