"He's here!" I gasp, standing up with Emily still on my lap.
"Whoa! Okay, guess that's my cue." She lands on her feet and pulls me in for a hug. "Go get 'im, tiger." She saunters off, and I hear her voice. "Got her all primed for you, big fella. Just doin' the Lord's work."
I cackle. "You're still here?"
"I'm leaving, I'm leaving!"
I hear the elevator again, and then, before I'm ready, Saxon is swaggering into the room, dressed in faded, well-worn blue jeans that hug his long legs and extra fine ass, a plain black crewneck T-shirt, a backward ballcap, and vintage Nike high tops.
Instantly, my vagina is on high alert—soaked, pulsing, and begging for him.
His eyes tell me he feels the same—the bulge in his jeans says so even more loudly.
I stand up. Face him. "Hi."
He stops a few feet away. "Hey, there. Have a good time?"
I nod, grinning. "I watched reality TV, ate junk food, drank too much wine, and took a bubble bath."
"You process things?"
His hands are in his hip pockets, eyes searching me.
He's not even looking at my chest, which tells me he's really nervous, despite his assurances before I left.
"You like my robe?" I ask, putting my hands in the pockets. "It's complimentary. Comes with the room!"
He laughs. "Penthouse life, baby."
I toy with the knot holding the robe closed. "I did have time to process things, yes." I take a step closer. "Thank you for giving me that time."
"Come to any conclusions?"
I shrug. "It's not that kind of processing. But I do understand few things."
"Such as?"
"I won't miss Boston. I might need help turning this whole designer thing into a bigger-scale operation because Jean-Paul wasn't kidding—my email is flooded with requests. Also, I missed you."
He lets a small smile curve his lips. "You did, huh?"
I shrug. "A little."
"How much?" Closer. He towers over me, gazes down at me. Touches my lips with his, briefly, softly. "This much?"
"Mmmmm…" I shrug a shoulder, smiling against his lips. "A little more than that."
He cups my face and really kisses me, claiming my tongue, searching my mouth, taking his time and kissing me so thoroughly I forget my name for a moment.
"That much?" he whispers.
"What?" I blink up at him. "Oh. Oh, um…?" I step back away from him, pick open the knot, and let the robe fall open. Shrug it off. "Maybe just a little more."
His eyes widen, as if he's never seen me naked. "Jesus, you're so fuckin' perfect. You take my breath away every goddamn time I look at you, Terra."
He steps toward me, but I back up. "You're wearing far too many clothes." I point at myself. "You don't get any off this," I point at him, "Until I get off all that."
He grins. "Yes ma'am."
