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Way too much, given the circumstance.
And I still don't care.
I take a long sip of my latte. It's not great coffee, but across from him, it's rich, creamy perfection.
A sigh falls from my lips.
Cam's eyes glue to me. "Sweetness, don't tempt me."
Mmm. He's still using the pet name. Fuck, I want him using that pet name. "Tempt you how?"
"To spill that drink all over your shirt as I throw you on the couch."
"I'm okay with that." I take another sip. Let out a loud groan. Fuck, this hits the spot. And the way he watches me, like he's going to die if he doesn't make me come—
I really like it.
I draw it out as long as I can, savoring sips as he watches intently.
He waits patiently until I'm finished with the drink, then he takes the mug from my hands and pulls me into a slow, deep kiss.
His tongue slides into my mouth. Dances with mine.
Fuck, he's a good kisser. How is he such a good kisser?
When he pulls back, I'm shaking.
"I went easy on you last night," he says. "I won't do it this time."
"There's a this time?"
He nods. "I want you here all weekend."
All weekend.
"I want to teach you as much as I can."
Chapter Thirty
Sienna
I want to teach you as much as I can.
My chest warms. My stomach flutters. My knees buckle. "All weekend?"
He nods. "Only the weekend."
"On Monday, I turn into a pumpkin, and we forget this ever happened?"
"Wouldn't it be your carriage that turns into a pumpkin?"
"Uh…" I motion in the general direction of my shoes. "My wedges turn into little pumpkins."
"Can you do that?"
Maybe. "So… I see you at the wedding, say hey, dance a little… like nothing happened?"
He nods.
"I don't know. I can say goodbye on Sunday night." I can't like it, but I can do it. "But I'm not sure what we'll look like to other people. I…" I swallow hard. "I really want to touch you."
"I know."
My sex clenches. "Do you want to touch me?"
"I want to bury myself in you."
Mmm. Yes. Now. "But you're confident you can carry on as if nothing happened?"
"No," he admits. "I'm not sure."
"Well… maybe we'll have to practice."
"Practice not trying to fuck each other?"
I nod. "Not right now. But later. After we say goodbye to this part of our relationship." Or maybe before. In case not touching leads to a lot of touching.
"Can you do that? Say goodbye?"
No. Maybe. I don't know. "I think so. Can you?"
His brow furrows, but he nods. "It's the only thing that makes sense."
Right. "So, uh… Midnight Sunday? Or when I leave Monday morning?"
"Monday morning."
Monday morning I turn into a pumpkin. "I don't have clothes."
"I can get you clothes."
I can stop by my place. But not with Cam. We might run into Ty and Indigo. My sister might stop by to talk, or check on me, or help me study. We spend a lot of time together.
"But I'd rather you stay naked."
"All weekend?"
He nods.
"You'd really have a lot to live up to keeping me naked all weekend."
He smiles as he brings breakfast to the table and sits across from me. "Eat. You need your strength."
Fuck. "You talk big talk."
"Did I not meet your expectations?"
He met them and invented new ones. It was everything I wanted and a lot of things I didn't know I wanted.
It was… easy.
This is easy.
I expected him to push me out the door. Tactfully, yes, but clearly enough I got the point.
But he's here, with enough food for a family of five, and lots of coffee, and he's teasing me about how thoroughly he's going to fuck me after breakfast.
"Better than my expectations." In every way. "But with all this food… you're really setting the bar high. Are you sure you can deliver?"
He smiles. "I should punish you for your smart mouth."
"You should." My knees press together. Why do I want that? I don't know, but I do. I want him to spank me and call me a bad girl. And I want him to whisper I need you as he fucks me. "But you won't."
"I won't?"
"You like it."
His smile shifts into something I recognize. The look Ty often has. I'm caught and I'm proud of it.
Maybe that should remind me of how stupid this is, or encourage me to call a halt, but we've already arranged that. Sure, I don't want to say goodbye to him in forty-eight hours. Well, I don't want to say goodbye to this version of him.
But he's right. It's the only thing that makes sense.
Even if he wasn't Ty's closest confidant, he has an entire life in London. I'm already too distracted by my sister's wedding and my soccer season to make friends at school. I can't add a long-distance boyfriend to that.
He doesn't want to be a long-distance boyfriend.
It doesn't make sense.
