How many of them are out there in the city? How many would like him back? If I were in their shoes, I’d definitely want him back.
“You’re overthinking,” he says.
“Am not.”
“Yeah, you are.” He leans back. “I had a life before I met you, Belle. No way to change that, so don’t let it bother you.”
I exhale. He’s right. “Do you miss it?”
He shrugs. “Not really. I needed to distract myself so I wouldn’t get into trouble.”
Both of my eyebrows rise.
“But now I have you to distract me.” He pulls me close and nips my lower lip. A darkly sexual gleam enters his eyes.
My breath quickens. “You are incorrigible, you know that?”
“And proud of it.”
He kisses me deeply, lushly, his tongue running against mine with a leisurely sensuality. I open my mouth and pull him in closer, my hands clutching the hard muscles on his shoulders. He tastes sexy and intoxicating and sweetly addictive. I lick his lips and tongue, then scrape them with my teeth. His mouth is almost crushing against mine, deepening the kiss as though he could inhale me permanently into himself this way. My heart hammers. Carnal heat beats in my veins, and Elliot stokes it until there’s fire in my blood.
His cock presses against my belly. I rock against it and feel it grow harder and bigger. What wouldn’t I give to have him right now…
He pulls back. “God, I fucking hate this.”
“Hmm?” I ask, my brain still sluggish from the pleasure humming through me.
“Your period. I haven’t really had to worry about something like this before.”
He probably hasn’t been with anyone long enough to be bothered by it…except for that Annabelle woman. I push the thought aside. She’s just a bit of unpleasant history, nothing more. I cradle his flushed face. “Think about how much hotter it’s going to be in St. Cecilia,” I whisper without mentioning that my period’s more or less over. By the evening, it’ll be finished.
He groans. “Yeah, but that’s Sunday.”
I have to laugh. Men. “It’s only two more days.” I step away before he grabs me again. “Besides, I have to get ready for the spa appointment. When is it?”
“Ten thirty. The directions are in your email.”
* * *
Elliot
Since I want to fulfill that damn promise to Marlin, I call my half-brother Blake while my wife pampers herself. He is the oldest and the most likely person to have the connections to help.
“Yes?”
“Got a minute to chat?”
“I have six before my next meeting.”
“Do you know an attorney in Chicago who can take a potentially sensitive divorce case?”
“Chicago? There are plenty in L.A.”
“It’s for…” I pause, debating what I should call Annabelle Underhill. “Someone I know.” That’s true enough.
“Tell them to check the Yellow Pages.”
“Don’t be a dick.”