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She smashed the button to call the elevator while he stood behind her, scrolling through his phone, one hand in his pocket. It was almost as if the closer it came to their flight time, the more irritable he grew.
“What are you doing now, trying to change my flight?” she quipped.
He put away the phone. “I was, but it looks like they depart around the same time.”
“Why would that matter?”
“Why does it matter that our flights leave at the same time? You can answer that for yourself.”
“What is it? You want to make sure we spend as much time together as possible before leaving?”
An HBCU marching band had nothing on the racket thumping in her chest. The angrier he made her, the more she wanted to sink her fingernails into the muscles in his ass and pull him so deep inside her, it hurt. If he kept this up, her inner thighs would be home to a waterfall by the time they arrived at the airport.
He took her hand and all but yanked her inside the empty windowless box, and he didn’t let go regardless of how many people joined them on the way down. At some point, she started rubbing his ring with her thumb, but the look in his eyes made her stop.
Immediately.
The elevator doors opened, and he dragged her with him, his long legs eating up so much floor that she had to triple-step to keep up.
“Saraci, slow down.”
Barely breaking his stride, he scooped her up off her feet, into his arms. Too turned on to protest, she clung to shoulder.
A car waited at the curb, and the hotel staff loaded their bags inside. Lucas set her on her feet and opened the back passenger door, but it took her a moment to slide inside, her equilibrium shot from being “handled.”
Then, he joined her.
Not long after, the car pulled off.
“Saraci, did I do something?” she asked.
He didn’t look at her, all his attention awarded to the world outside his window, but his head moved in approximately an eighth of a head shake. When nothing else followed, she took that to be his answer.
Halfway through the ride, he remembered she existed. “What day next week do you want to meet up?” he asked.
She ran through her schedule in her head. “Friday would probably be best.”
“When are you flying in?”
“That Saturday. Sunday, Delilah and I have a whole day planned, and then my week is going to be a chaotic mess.”
“So we’ll be in the same city for almost a week before I see you?”
Hurt pinched her side.
Apparently, she was the only one who wanted her to remain Mrs. Saraci for a bit longer. Apparently, he wanted this thing over as soon as possible.
“It’s the only day I can guarantee things won’t run over,” she explained.
He turned his head, meeting her eyes. “I’ll give you Sunday, but we’re seeing each other on Monday. I’m not waiting almost a week.”
“Saraci, Monday’s my busiest day. And won’t you be busy on Monday? You told me you’ll be teaching and at the hospital later that day. That sounds busy to me.”
“Not too busy to see you.”
She fiddled with her ring, voice hushed. “Are you that eager to be detached from me? I mean, it’s going to happen regardless. You don’t have to be so demanding about it.”
“You’re really that clueless?”
