She smiles. “No. I’d actually planned to stay the weekend.”
“Good.” I step closer, and her head tilts up to keep eye contact. “Give me two days. Fuck, giveustwo days. No work, no coworkers. Just two people who like each other wanting to spend more time together.”
The silence stretches out between us, and I would give my right nut to know what’s going through her mind right now. I’ve always liked lefty better anyway.
Finally, she releases a long, slow breath, tickling the underside of my jaw. “Okay.” She leans forward and kisses the hollow of my throat. “Two days.”
My shoulders sag forward, and I touch my forehead to hers. “Two days,” I repeat, letting relief wash over me. I’m not sure what I would’ve done if she hadn’t agreed.
She pulls back. “I should probably get going then.”
“I’m sorry, what?” Emotional whiplash is a thing. True story.
“You said twodays, right?” She asks this with a calm demeanor. No trace of the uncertainty or lust from a moment ago.
“Uh, yes.”
“Okay. Then I’ll head back to the hotel tonight, and you can pick me up in the morning. We’ll have Saturday and Sunday.”
“Yep. Good idea.” I hate this idea.
Campbell gives me a wide smile.
My dick is crying right now.
It isn’t that I’m after a quick fuck. I mean, yes,obviouslyI’m attracted to her body. Hence the dick tears. However, I became enslaved to the whole idea of Campbell and me the moment hot coffee burned my nipples. And even more so once she opened her mouth. When she showed me how smart, funny, and kind she is. Damn it, I sound like a Hallmark card. Whatever. I want her.Allof her. So if not sleeping with her tonight, or even the entire two days she’s granted me, is what it takes, then I can handle it. I mean, I’ve had blue balls for weeks. It’s become my norm.
“Okay, I’ll drive you back to the hotel and then I’ll pick you up for breakfast. Not brunch. Breakfast.” I reach out and cup her cheek, smiling at her. “If I’ve only got two days, I’m making the most of them.”
Still smiling, she nods.
I drop my hand and pace a little. “Pack a bag if you need to ’cause you won’t get back to the hotel until tomorrow night. It’ll be an all-day date.” I look up at the ceiling, thinking. “You like sports? Theater? I can see if I can scrounge up some tickets if you like. Maybe a picnic in the park, that’s a good time. Shit.” I run my hand though my hair. “Okay, give me the night, I’m sure I can come up with something to make the most of our time.”
“You need the night?”
“Yeah, that’ll give me time to plan. But I’ll let you know before tomorrow, so you have some sort of idea of what we’re… what are you doing?”
Campbell’s halfway down the hallway toward my bedroom before she stops and looks over her shoulder. “You said you needed the night.”
“Uh, yeah?”
“So I’m giving you the night.” She tilts her head to the side, just like she had when looking at Mike. “Unless you don’t want me to stay?” Her lips twitch.
“Stay the night?” What is happening? I’ve lost control of the situation. Again.
“Yes,” she says, nodding slowly, like I’m short on the uptake. I am. I definitely am. I swear she is the only one who can do this to me. I sort of love it.
“But I thought you wanted to start tomorrow,” I point out.
“I did. But then you made a valid comment about two days not being a lot of time and needing the night.” Her fingers trace over her collarbone as she talks. Back and forth.
“Uh-huh. Yes. Valid.” My eyes are glued to her fingers as they slowly trail down her chest, between her breasts.
“And if you think I’m going to let you plan my whole day tomorrow without any input, you’re crazy, Mr. Moore.” Her fingertips rest at the button of her jeans.
My dick has stopped crying and is currently praying that this is leading where he thinks it’s leading.
“So,” she continues, circling the button, “if I stay, we can plan our date and spend more time together. Much more efficient use of time, don’t you think?”
