Page 36 of His to Seduce
I’d skirted the question earlier, but someday I’d have to tell him.
I just didn’t want it to be that morning, when for the first time in my life I didn’t feel the stress of perfectionism and the need for success pressing down on me. I liked who I was with David, and I only hoped like hell I was brave enough to take this wherever it was going as soon as we returned home.
I was toweling off my hair when David walked into the bathroom, my cellphone in his hand.
“It’s Chelsea,” he said as I reached for it. “I answered it only because it was the second time she called.”
He flashed me an apologetic look as I pressed the phone to my ear. “Hello?”
“Holy cow! You guys been doing it all day? I’ve tried calling you for the last hour.”
“No.” I groaned and reached for the robe I’d flung off the bed earlier. Scanning the room, I took in the mess and frowned. I’d never been the kind of person to leave a trail of clothes in my wake. Everything had a place and everything went in it. David’s bungalow looked like a small tornado had hit it overnight. My underwear and dress from the first night were flung over a chair and draped onto the floor, my swimsuit in another pile. Towels were crumpled and left wherever they’d fallen. Interspersed with all of it were David’s shorts and boxers and swim trunks.
The mess didn’t bother me as much as it usually did.
Vacation apparently chilled me the hell out. Or sex with David did.
“Hey!” a voice snapped in my ear and I jerked.
“What?”
Chelsea’s laugh vibrated through the phone. “What the heck, Camden? I’m asking you questions.”
“Oh.” I hadn’t heard a single one. “Sorry. What is it?”
“Well, I was wondering how good the sex is, but you sound so funny and sleepy and all dreamy-like, now I don’t really want to know the answer.”
“Good, because I won’t tell you.”
“Yeah, yeah. But I’m calling because we’re all having dinner tonight before we head back tomorrow. Meet us at The Regent Pier at seven, okay?”
“We’ll be there,” I said, and David looked my way, brows pulled together. While I’d been talking, he’d thrown on a pair of white shorts and a baby-blue polo shirt. His feet were slipped into a pair of leather sandals. The shirt brought out the color of his eyes and the white accentuated the tan he’d gotten since we arrived.
My mouth watered and I heard Chelsea giggle again.
“Sorry,” I muttered, embarrassed. “What were you saying?”
“Never mind.” She laughed louder. David’s eyes crinkled. “I’ll see you tonight. Don’t be late.”
“We won’t. Love ya’.”
“You, too, Camden.”
I hung up the phone and tossed it on the bed. “Everyone’s meeting for dinner at seven.”
“Good.” He walked toward me and without hesitating, slid his hand to the knot at the robe’s belt and tugged me toward him. “That gives us enough time to head off the resort and do some shopping.”
I had wanted to go earlier when he brought it up. I’d just wanted him first.
Now, it sounded like a great idea.
“Give me twenty to get ready, okay?”
“You have fifteen, or I’m going to lose my control and take you all over again.”
I gulped audibly and David laughed. Tugging off my robe, he pulled it with him and went to the bed. He propped himself up on pillows, threw his arms, elbows bent, behind his head, and arched a brow.
“Fourteen minutes, Camden.”
