“Do you want to repeat that Cupcake?” Laughter spilled out of me as Nathan tickled me until I relented and gave him credit for the perfect day.
“You suck,” I pretended to frown as I tried to marshal my breathing to where I didn’t sound like I just ran a race against The Flash.
Nathan’s chest vibrated with laughter in response. “I’m sorry.”
I snuggled into his chest further when I remembered that I was leaving him soon for a few days.
“What are you thinking about?” Nathan asked after a minute of comfortable silence.
“How I actually looked forward to my trips back home because it meant a little breathing room from you,” I giggled at the frown that appeared on Nathan’s lips. “But,” I emphasized.“Now I wish time would just slow down so I wouldn’t have to get on that plane next week.”
“If you thought I was unbearable before, you have no idea what you’re in for now that you’re mine.”
“Just great.” My sarcastic response melted into a yelp when Nathan playfully poked me in my ribs.
“Keep it up and you won’t be able to sit for the rest of the weekend, let alone a plane ride to Florida.” Nathan warned.
A delicious shiver ran down my spine at his words.
How awful would I be if I called my mother to tell her that I couldn’t make it to her sixtieth birthday dinner because I was too sore from having mind-blowing rough sex all weekend?
“Is that a threat or a promise Mr. Edge?” I shifted out of hold and climbed onto his lap, smirking when his jaw clenched and his grip on my waist tightened just slightly, his thumb brushing over my skin like he didn’t even realize he was doing it.
“You're such a tease,” Nathan groaned.
“You love it though,” I grinned. “But seriously, this was a great idea. Not just for me, but for you too. I’ve never seen you so relaxed before. You should get some rest more often, it looks good on you.”
“Thank you,” There was a pause and before I could figure out why I felt his hands moving up my thigh beneath the blankets and his lips skimming across my neck.
A dangerous combination.
“But the resting part is entirely up to you.” He finished, switching from light, feathery kisses to sucking on my neck.
“Hmmm…” I tipped my head back, granting him all the permission he needed to explore every inch of my body for the rest of the night.
After all, rest was overrated.
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
NATHAN
I HADN’T EXPECTEDto be sitting across from Dalton in his office this early on a Monday, sipping black coffee like we were just two guys catching up after a long week. But here we were.
“So?” Dalton said, leaning back in his chair with his arms crossed, the picture of casual judgment. “How was your weekend?”
“It was nice.”
“Nice?” he repeated, watching me a little too closely now. “What changed?”
I frowned. “What are you talking about?”
“You don’t do ‘nice,’ Edge.” He leaned forward slightly. “You are calculated. Controlled. Intentional. This,” he gestured vaguely toward me. “This looks different.”
I held his gaze, unimpressed. “You’re reading too much into it.”
“Am I?” Dalton’s brow lifted. “Because from where I’m sitting, you finally got what you wanted and now you don’t know what to do with it.”
I ran a hand over my face, trying to push down the warmth creeping into my chest. The weekend had been amazing, but it wasn’t that simple.
