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“You have an alert set for me?”
“And I subscribe to your magazine.”
He was suspiciously as enthralled by her as she was by him. That was a dangerous situation. “We can’t ever be more than friends with benefits, Dima. You know that, right?”
“We are friends. The benefits are what concern me right now. Jenna, I want you. Too damn much. If two weeks in Abu Dhabi will get this craving out of my system, I am willing to make them happen.”
Another admission she wasn’t sure she would have had the courage to voice. But then, Jenna was not even going to try to convince herself that two weeks together would be enough to get Dima out of her system.
The fact that he thought it would work with him for her was both a relief and a little bit of a letdown.
“All right. I’ll go.”
His smile was a little predatory, and too darn sexy. “I am very pleased to hear that.” He moved toward her, making the kitchen feel smaller than it was. “Perhaps we should celebrate.”
“I need to pack.”
“I will help you.”
“You’ll help me?” she asked, unable to stifle the laugh that burbled up. “This I have got to see.”
“If it gets us to the celebrating more quickly, I can fold clothes with crease-free precision.”
He didn’t just fold clothes, but offered advice on what she should bring, and it wasn’t all lingerie. Not that the man didn’t have a heyday with her nightie drawer, asking oh, so casually if she wouldn’t bring the blue silk chemise that barely covered her butt cheeks.
Jenna made room for the lingerie and found that packing actually went really quickly with two people putting her clothes and things together. She kept a permanently packed roll-up with all her skin products, face mask for sleeping and the like, which she tossed in her case first thing.
“I have to say, I’m impressed.” Jenna surveyed her neatly packed suitcase and matching garment bag with satisfaction. “That went much faster than usual.”
“Two sets of hands make light the work.”
“I think that adage ismany hands, but you are right.” It was also easier because she hadn’t needed to style several outfits for particular fashion events she would be attending.
Jenna had brought mostly clothes for relaxing and sightseeing, but her garment bag held three gorgeous outfits in case she and Dima decided to sample the nightlife or go out to an elite restaurant.
He’d suggested she bring at least two swimsuits since the Merikov-owned property had a private pool.
Sexually stimulating memories of her last time in a pool with him made her all too eager to comply with that request. Though honestly, Jenna questioned just how much time she would end up wearing either swimsuit.
“Now, we celebrate.”
“What about your packing?” she asked even as her body moved toward him of its own volition.
He reached out and cupped her nape, his gray gaze burning her with intensity. “I have people who will do that for me.”
She would have said something about it being nice to be him, but his lips were covering hers, and she was enjoying the kiss too much.
This time should have been less frantic then that first night. They’d done this before, but Jenna was starving for the feel of his skin against hers, as if it had been months, not days since they’d shared passion in his hotel room.
With the way Dima shed his clothes so quickly, he felt the same.
They fell onto the bed, not even bothering to pull the comforter back and continued their passionate kiss, their hands everywhere.
He’d learned her erogenous zones the other night and again paid them special attention while seemingly intent on showing her that she had more spots on her body that sent sensual pleasure zinging through her than she’d ever known.
She returned touch for touch, undulating against him, aching for the intimacy of joining while relearning the feel of his muscular body under her hands.
They rolled across the bed, laughing when they nearly fell off together. The laughter didn’t last long in the face of their mutual sexual need, and he shifted so he was between her legs, his erection pressing against her entrance.
