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"Okay." I finish my coffee and then hop up to rinse my cup and put it in the dishwasher.
He steps up behind me and palms my ass before sliding his arm around my waist. "I already miss the hell out of you, cutie pie."
"It's only one night."
"Stay with me tomorrow?"
"Okay," I agree, more than willing to give him that. "What time will you be home?"
"Our flight is at nine. And then we have practice and some press bullshit. I should be free by four or five. What time do you finish at the bookstore?"
"Six."
"I'll pick you up," he murmurs, nuzzling his face against my throat. "We'll go to dinner and then I'll eat you for dessert."
"Weston," I moan.
"You can't say my name like that if you want me to behave."
"We have to go."
"Shit." He kisses me again and then rips himself away from me. He takes three steps, putting half the kitchen between us. The heat in his eyes still scorches me even from there. He rakes his gaze up and down my body. "You look too damn edible in my shirt."
"You tore mine," I remind him.
"I know. I regret nothing." He flashes me another crooked grin. "Get your ass moving before I fuck you on the kitchen floor, Laney."
"We are not having sex where we have food."
"Baby, we're going to be fucking all over this house just as soon as I get home tomorrow," he says, laughing at me.
My core clenches at the thought. He made love to me twice yesterday before I passed out. I woke up to him bringing a tray of pancakes into the room. He fed them to me before licking syrupoff my body. Somehow, that ended with him inside me again. He made love to me again this morning. I'm deliciously sore and happier than I think I've ever been.
I make my way across the kitchen, only for him to snag my arm, pulling me into him. His lips come down on mine for a hard kiss before he pulls away. A second later, I see a flash of light. I open my eyes to see him with his phone in his hand.
"Did you just take a picture?"
"Yes." He grins and then flips the phone around for me to see.
My heart flutters. I'm cuddled up against his chest, my head tipped back, and my eyes closed. My lips are swollen from his kisses and my cheeks are pink. My hair is all wild around my face. You can see his love bites on my neck. He's grinning from ear to ear.
"We look so happy," I say.
"Good," he grunts. "Then Kelsey will love it. She's been blowing my phone up, demanding pictures of our date." He releases me, his fingers flying across the keyboard on his phone. A second later, he grunts again.
"You sent that to her?" I ask, wide-eyed.
"Yeah, so she can post it to Instagram."
"Weston! She can't post that!"
"Why the fuck not?" he asks, brows furrowed.
"Everyone will know I spent the night with you," I whisper-shout. "I'm wearing your shirt. And I look like I was just ravished. And you can see the hickeys all over my neck…not funny, by the way. It's going to take so much makeup to hide those!"
"Still not seeing the problem here," he mutters, eyeing me like I'm crazy. "You think I don't want anyone to know we're together?"
"I don't know!"
