of my waist and the swell of my hip, every so often dipping down to slide along the cheek of my butt.
“When do you want to leave?” I ask.
My leg hangs over his hip and my hands roam through his hair, gently scratching at his scalp. He shivers in my arms and holds on tighter.
A wicked grin spreads across his face and my insides heat.
Damn, how does he do that to me?
“Not for at least an hour.” His lips connect with mine and he flips me on my back, his tip running along my entrance.
Moaning, I close my eyes and relish in our skin on skin contact. “We are never going to get out of here.”
Trailing kisses up and down my neck, he says, “We will. Eventually.”
His phone rings as I’m about to bring him into my body. He jumps up faster than I’ve ever seen, his face pulled in concern.
My body jolts in shock at the loss of heat but the look on his face has me on high alert.
“What’s wrong?”
“It’s the hospital.” He holds up his finger and takes the call.
“Shit, please tell me she’s okay.” his voice cracks and my mind goes to the worst-case scenario. Emily was going to the medical placement home today, the foster parents who watch her when she’s not receiving treatments and has no reason to stay in the hospital.
“But she’s stable?”
I release the sheets I have balled in my fists at the word stable.
“Can I come see her?”
“I’ll be there in ten.”
He hangs up and gives me a guilty look.
“Don’t look at me like that. Go. She needs you.”
Conflicted, he begins to dress. “You’re okay if we don’t leave until later today?”
“Of course! Get out of here.”
“It’s only . . . she’s sick, she never made it out of the hospital today and she’s asking for me.”
“Go see her.”
After a two-minute shower, he throws on a white long sleeve T-shirt and blue jeans, going completely commando, which gives my heart a slight jolt. Quickly brushing his teeth and then pulling on his beanie, he’s ready to go in less than five minutes, his hair still glistening with water and face taut in concern.
“Come here.” I leave the comfort of his bed, completely naked, the cold air causing my nipples to stand erect.
He pinches one between his fingers and bends to kiss it. “I shouldn’t be too late.”
“It’s okay. Go.”
“I love you.”
The words are on the tip of my tongue, but I nuzzle my face into his warm neck and take a deep breath instead. I do love him, I know I do, but I need more. I need all of him.
His body slightly deflates against mine and he sighs into the top of my head. I know he’s disappointed that I won’t say those three words, but he also knows why.
After a gentle kiss on my cheek, he’s gone.
Quickly throwing on a pair of sweats and one of his old T-shirts, I head to my own apartment. It’s early in the morning, and the air is crisp and chilly as I walk along the outer deck.
I’m unemployed, already packed, and have nothing to do while I wait for him. This is something that I could either get used to or hate with a passion.
Sitting down to catch up on my shows, I can’t decide which one to watch. I start the latest Amazing Race episode, but it doesn’t hold my interest for more than five minutes. Saving that for a later date, I turn on The Voice. Again, it’s not doing anything for me. Maybe I’m not in a TV watching mood.
‘Glimmer in the Sand’, the third in the trilogy I started when I met Damian is staring me in the face. Reaching for it, I lie back on my sofa and pull a blanket around me. A hopeless romantic falls for a broken playboy. He never knew he needed love until he met her. This looks right up my alley, but after the first twenty pages, I can’t focus on the words. My mind is wandering in a million different directions.
This is ridiculous. I can’t let Damian become my whole life. The last time I allowed a man that much access I was the one who ended up ruined. There has to be a happy medium somewhere. I call Paige to see if she wants to grab a movie or a bite to eat, but she’s working. I try Mia. Shit, she’s working too. This should have been a great