My phone buzzed again.
Audrey: You’re sure he’s interested, right?
That got an audible snort out of me, which had Malcolm looking in my direction.
“What’s so funny?”
“Nothing, just talking to my sister.”
Instead of continuing his quest for lost items, he plopped into the space between his luggage and me on the bed. “And what are you talking about?”
I liked seeing him flustered. It was one of my favorite things about Malcolm. His entire face would go red before he’d get up and start pacing, like he didn’t know how to handle what he’d been told.
“Mostly about you. About how damn adorable you are.”
And there it was. That blush spread across his cheeks, and I wanted to lift my phone to take a picture. He wouldn’t be happy about it, which I knew at this point. Malcolm would take myphone and make me delete it because it was proof of him being weak at something. The man was far from weak.
Instead of letting him dwell on things, I leaned forward and kissed the tip of his nose before standing from the bed.
“What time did you plan to be on the road today?”
It wasn’t that I was in a rush to get back to the city… to get back to a hotel room that was empty and devoid of life. I was content in this room with Malcolm. Would I be able to sleep alone after all of this?
“Soon. Traffic is going to be bad no matter what time we leave. Mr. Thomas is already aware I might need to be out of the office tomorrow, even if I’m supposed to be back.”
That had my attention. I wrapped an arm around Malcolm’s waist, pulling him into my chest. He chuckled, and it was nice not to have him fight me on it for once.
“How about this, even if you don’t need it, take the day off? Come back to my hotel room tonight. Give me one more night next to Malcolm Fisher before I have to give this up.” Not that I wanted to. He’d implied it.
Malcolm’s hands rested over mine on his stomach, and, for a moment, all I could do was focus on how warm they were. They were also unreasonably soft. That was something I’d noticed before. He said nothing at first, just stood there and let me hold him while we soaked in the feel of one another.
“Is that smart?”
I laughed, kissing the back of his neck. “Probably not. But I’ve only had small tastes of you, and they’ve been enough to tempt me more. Maybe I’ll never grow tired of you. I think you might be stuck with me.”
That got him laughing.
Malcolm pushed from my grasp, turning and pointing an accusatory finger at me. “You’re smooth. You know that?”
A sense of smug satisfaction raced through me at the compliment. It was a compliment… right?
“Come on. What could be better than one more day? Just the two of us with no interruptions before we have to get back to reality.”
Malcolm blushed again, chewing on that bottom lip that I wanted to kiss. Wanted to taste and run my tongue over until he let me devour him while he whined and whimpered for me.
“Now you’re just playing dirty.” He rolled his eyes as he went back to opening and closing drawers he’d already checked three times. They were empty. He’d packed everything, but it didn’t stop him from obsessively checking.
“Am I?” I shoved my hands into my pockets as I prowled closer to him. Malcolm seemed none the wiser as I moved, inch by inch, into his space. By the time he looked up, it was too late. I wrapped my arm around his waist again and pulled him in close, sealing my lips over his to silence possible protests.
There weren’t any.
Malcolm melted into me like butter on hot corn. His lips parted, and my tongue snaked inside to taste him, seeking out every bit of whatever I could find from his morning coffee.
When we broke apart, he was flushed and panting.
“You’re damn good at that game.”
I smirked. “I like to think I am. Now promise you’re coming back with me. Tell me I get one more day with you.”
