Shaking her head, she couldn’t help the corners of her mouth that turned up, the humming between her own legs as she debated if this was the dumbest decision she’d made in her entire life. And she’d done some stupid things. But, as she’d said, sometimes you have to make a few mistakes to reset the bar. “Alright. I’ll call the airline and see if there are any seats left. If we do end up having sex, remember, what happens in Tahoe stays in Tahoe.”
Shaking his head, full grin spread across his cheeks, he cleared his dish, came around behind her and pressed against her backside, one hand splayed across her abdomen while the other reached around her to put his bowl in the sink. “Then we’d better make the most of it,” his gruff voice whispered.
Pinning her against the counter, her back still toward him, he brushed his lips along her bare shoulder. Trailing delicate kisses on her skin, the tip of his tongue tracing the contour of her neck, he tormented her. Her legs trembled beneath her until she wanted to start their weekend early. The heat of his mouth on her, the subtle seduction proving exactly why she couldn’t keep him. Already, he was so much more than Vince and Giovanni and Randy all combined; if he asked, she’d strip down right here and give herself body and soul.
Turning in his arms, her gaze brushed over his perfect lips, swept over his chiseled jaw, and locked onto those storybook eyes. No wonder she was a goner. Her pathetic brain turned her right into some princess in a remote tower, pining away for the prince that would inevitably let her down. “One weekend. That’s it.”
No hesitation, he meant it when he agreed. “One weekend.”
7
Room Service, Please
Shifting in his seat, Zane stretched his legs out front and wished she’d let him upgrade their seats to first class.Her cousin, her family, she’d said, so she insisted on paying.
His fucking knees. Now that the seatbelt sign was on, he moved his foot to the aisle in a bleak effort to get comfortable.
As he closed his eyes, Freya chuckled at his side, “I’m sorry.”
“For what?”
“You look like a salmon in a sardine can,” she laughed again.
Turning his head, he opened his eyes and let the corner of his mouth quirk up. “Can I please upgrade us to first class on the way back?”
She nodded, still grinning at him, those devilish blues taunting him.
Closing the narrow distance between them, he brushed his lips over hers long enough to absorb the zing he’d come to crave, then settled back and shut his eyes again to relive her taste, the exquisite spice of those lips.
“My parents are only three rows back,” she hissed.
The plane jerked forward and back, then rolled away from the gate, the miniscule vent above his head blasting a weak stream of cool air over his eyelids.
“So?” he grinned to himself.
“So?” Her whisper turned to a shrill mumbling, “I told them you agreed to come as a pity date. That you’re Asher’s friend and you had nothing else to do this weekend and I’m paying you back with a painting.”
He could picture the frantic look on her face, those fiery blues sparking at him without even looking. Sighing, poorly attempting to hide his smug grin, he said, “Didn’t want to admit you’re paying me back with a weekend of nonstop sex?”
Her quiet chuckle erased the last shred of doubt he’d had that this was a stupid idea. “Whatever happened to hiking and swimming?”
“That was before you agreed to sex. I see no reason to even leave our room now.”
“I believe I acknowledged that sex was going to happen. But you do have a point. Except we’ll have to leave for the wedding.”
“Yeah, that. Then right back upstairs.” He adjusted his pants and was glad he’d worn thick jeans. One weekend to make up for the last two, almost three years of celibacy. Not exactly by choice, more lack of interest. Too much shit on his mind. May as well make the most of it; his interest was definitely stirred.
“Could you at least pretend we’re pretending, for my parents? My mom will get all excited if she thinks we’re into each other, and my dad will hold a gun tomyback and force us to the sacrificial altar.”
“And I thought Asher was a commitment-phobe.”
“Do your parents get you?”
Well that blew his good mood. He opened his eyes and sat up; his hamstrings spasmed from the lack of space. “No.”
Freya bit her lip and lowered her eyebrows in a sincere apology.
Exhaling, he sucked it up to get it over with. “They don’t even know I’m out.”
