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"I do." She told him achingly, arms wrapped around his neck.
They barely slept. He found himself unable to keep his hands off her. The night was sliding into dawn when he finally allowed them both to get some sleep and even then, he held her close, arms wrapped around her body.
Lynn stirred around noon, her eyes opening slowly, her body feeling bruised and sore. Wonderfully sore. And her environment was not familiar. The room was three times hers, and the ceiling was soaring. The bed- Sitting up, the memories came flooding back and brought heat flooding her body.
Dragging her fingers through her tangled hair, she looked around for him but was alone in the room. She had spent the night, and the only thing she had to wear was what she had worn the previous night.
She was about to leave the mile-wide bed when he entered the room with a tray and a package tucked under his arm.
"You are up." His smile was charming and sent flutters inside her tummy. He had showered, wearing loose sweat pants and a black cashmere sweater, and looked lethally handsome.
"It's almost noon."
"We slept the day away. I had to make some calls and handle some business." He placed the tray table over her lap and lifted the silver dome to reveal the plate of toast and scrambled eggs. There was also coffee and orange juice.
"I have to go."
"Not before you eat." Setting the package on the bed, he opened it. "I think I managed to get the right size."
Her eyebrows winged up when he lifted an emerald green sweater and black leggings. There were also underwear, a brush, a comb, and essentials to use on her face and body. Knee-high boots and a matching tan cashmere jacket completed the outfit.
"Where-"
"I called Monique and asked her to send them over."
Pushing the stuff away, he sat at her hip and picked up the steaming coffee. "I take mine black, but I'm not certain about you."
"Really?" She asked him dryly as she took the cup from him. "You mean you missed that part of it in your research?"
"I am afraid so. Cream?"
"I like it black."
"My type of girl."
"I am not your girl."
"Aren't you?" His fingers skimmed over her cheek and lingered. "I was thinking we could spend the day, perhaps go for a ride, and you help me do some shopping."
"Don't you have people to do that for you?"
He laughed. "I do. But there are some things I like to do myself. I waited until the last minute to pick up gifts for Julie and a few friends. I need a woman's opinion."
"And I am certain you have plenty of that."
"I want yours."
"I have to leave sometime."
"You do not have a performance until after Christmas."
"I still have things to do. My brother is coming over for the Christmas-"
"You have plenty of time to go back to your place." He cupped her cheek and bent his head to kiss her slowly, firing her blood. "I need this."
"Callum-" She was already sinking into the kiss and being swept away again. "You are moving too fast."
"I am afraid if I slow down, you will leave. I cannot afford that." He kissed her again, and this time, he introduced his tongue. Ending the kiss, he removed the food tray and set it on the table next to the bed before climbing in and gathering her against him. With a longing moan, she turned into him, arms wrapping around his neck.
