"That was…" his voice trails as he pulls his hand to his chest. "That was so intense."
I stand and press my lips to his. "I loved every second of that," I whisper into his kiss. I did. I want him to know that it was just as intense for me. I need to tell him that I can't come back here. That even though I've spent the last week engrossed in my new job, that almost every second I've jumped back to thoughts of him in this hotel room.
"I need to taste you." He pulls me closer. "I have to suck on your clit until you come too."
"No." I run my finger over his jaw, marvelling at how much more handsome he looks with just the hint of stubble on his face. I wonder what he looks like in the morning, after he's slept and he's ready for coffee. I wonder what it's like to fall asleep in his arms. No. I can't wonder.
"I need to go." I reach for the red dress he pulled off of me the moment I walked through the door.
He grabs my wrist in his hand. "You just got here. We have hours."
"I don't." I lie. I do have hours. I could stay here all night if he wanted me to.
"Why are you rushing off?" He glances down and it's as if he suddenly realizes that his semi-hard cock is still hanging outside of his pants. He tucks it in, does up his pants and faces me again.
"I have an early morning meeting." I do. With Allie and Aaron, the kids I make scrambled eggs for every day.
"What's going on?" He pushes a piece of hair back behind my ear before he tilts my chin up to his gaze.
"Nothing," I sigh. I can't tell him that we just shared the most intense and intimate experience I've ever had and the thought of another woman on her knees in this room, doing the very same thing to him, is just too much for me. I know what I agreed to, but my heart hasn't caught up yet.
"I'd like to see you Friday." His lips feather over mine lightly.
"This Friday?" My mind can't connect the dots. He wants to see me again in two days?
"Can you come by Friday night at the same time?" He bends down to retrieve my bra and panties from the floor.
"I'll be here," I say it without thought.
"Perfect." He taps the tip of my nose with his finger before he walks over to the bar to pour himself a drink.
As I pull my clothes back on I try to chase away that nagging voice in the back of my brain that is telling me that he's quickly becoming someone I need.
Chapter 10
"Rebecca said you left your boyfriend when you moved here." Cassandra pours herself a cup of coffee before turning to face me.
"I did." I manage a weak smile as I load the kids' breakfast dishes into the dishwasher. "It wasn't working."
"How long were you together?" She reaches to grab a piece of pineapple from the fruit salad I prepared earlier.
"A few years." I nod towards a bowl. "Do you want me to make you some breakfast?"
She shakes her head. "Was it hard? Leaving him like that?"
"I guess." I shrug my shoulders. "I still care about him. We just weren't a good fit."
"It was like that with my husband too." She reaches for a piece of peach from the salad. "Ex husband," she corrects herself.
"When did you get divorced?" I ask because I've wondered since I started why no one talks about her ex.
"Two years ago." She pulls in a heavy breath. "We fell in love in college and planned this whole elaborate life together. We had the kids quickly. Everything seemed idyllic and then it all fell apart."
"I'm sorry," I offer. I don't know what else to say. I can sympathize with Allie and Aaron. My own parents had divorced when I was a toddler. Their dysfunctional relationship had set the stage for many awkward years of being juggled back and forth between their two houses and their two lives.
"Don't be," she mutters. "It just fell apart. We settled down too young."
"I'm sure it's been hard." I manage a weak grin.