CHAPTER11
Abbie woke up on the last morning of the long weekend and just lay in bed.The sheets were around her waist, and she was still on her belly.She tucked an arm up under the pillow and studied Derek.
He slept on his side, facing her, his face relaxed.He’d earned his rest, after making doubly sure she was more than sated until the wee hours.
He was beautiful, and she was going home today.Overcome with the urge to create something more tangible as a memory, Abbie slid out of bed, careful not to make noise or wake him.She grabbed her sketchbook and pencils and crawled back into bed.
On paper, she traced the outline of his body: one arm tucked under his head, the other resting on the bed, his torso and abdomen, the contours of his waist and hips, the covers rumpled during sleep, hiding his cock.She took her time lining his eyes and full lips, the curve of his nose and the sharp line of his jaw.
There was a melancholy settling on her, and she did not want to examine why.As she sketched, every thought she hadn’t wanted to face came rushing through.
This was only ever going to be a fun weekend, nothing more.There wasn’t a way for them to make a relationship work, anyway.And no matter how many orgasms he gave her, Derek had been clear from the start that this arrangement had a time limit.
Abbie doubted he would want to be tied down, not when it seemed like he had so many commitments to his career.She sighed and continued to work on her sketch, adding shading and depth.How on earth was she going to say goodbye to Derek?She could order a ride and sneak out before he woke up.
Coward.
Definitely.But facing him and saying goodbye, knowing she’d never get to kiss him again...it was harder than she’d thought it would be.
But that was what she’d wanted, too, wasn’t it?Just a fun weekend with a hot guy and guaranteed orgasms?It had seemed the perfect setup.
Abbie didn’t know why she thought she could have a weekend full of hot sex and just go back to her life.She was such a fool.
Her life was quiet, sure, but she had friends and a job that paid her bills, and her still-new art business.It could be enough.Hot sex does not a relationship make.
Then Derek had to come swooning in and mess it all up.
Abbie studied her sketch and compared it to the real thing in front of her.His face was slack from sleep, lips parted slightly, his hair messy.Derek had such soft hair, and she loved that it was just long enough for her to run her fingers through.She resisted the urge, closed the sketchbook, and placed it and the pencils on the floor.
As Abbie turned onto her stomach, she knew her messy emotions were her own fault.She was the one who’d initiated the conversation at the bar.She’d agreed to go up to his room, and she’d agreed to the whole weekend together.Everything came down to her.
Regret was hard to find, and she didn’t think she’d ever regret the weekend.Except maybe when her heart broke into a million pieces.She’d fall apart later.For now, she’d enjoy the rest of his company, for as long as she had it.
Such a fool.
Derek stirred next to her, and she smiled as he opened his eyes.
“Morning, sleepyhead.”
“Morning, sweets.”Derek rolled on top of her and kissed his way down her back.She almost purred in pleasure.“What time is it?”
“Almost seven, I think.”
“Are you sore from last night?”He stopped before the blanket that still covered her ass and kissed his way up again.It was their last few hours together.She wanted to squeeze as much out of every moment as she could.
She shook her head.“I’m surprised you’re not exhausted.We were up very late.”
Derek murmured something against her shoulder blade.His cock hardened against her ass.
“Can you say that again?”She started to roll over, but Derek put his hand on her hip.
“I said”—he brushed hair away from her neck and nibbled—“I want to feel you come around my cock again.”As if in agreement, his cock twitched against her ass.
His words had her pulsing in anticipation.One more time, to say goodbye.Abbie ground against him.“Yes.”Her voice was breathless.
Abbie had expected Derek to flip her over and start to ravish her.Instead, he continued his slow ministrations.Abbie reveled in the feel of his fingers on her back, his lips on her skin, and the weight of him against her.Each caress, each lick, increased her need, driving her mad.
“Roll over, beautiful.”
