in on her and demand…what, he didn’t know, but he was glad of the diversion. He might have kissed her. It had been on his mind since he’d felt her shudder earlier and had been even harder to ignore when she’d slid down his body. God, he needed to find something to take his mind off his dick.
The mountain of boxes that greeted him shocked him out of his sexual frustration. How much shit did she order? He moved back so they could enter. Two luggage carts full of boxes, followed by another with the small suitcases they’d both packed. He tipped the staff then stood marveling at the massive amount of work ahead of him.
She was right about one thing; he wouldn’t be sightseeing tomorrow. No, he’d be soaking his hand in an ice bath. She expected him to sign all this tonight?
“Becca!”
When she didn’t answer, he stomped over to the door and pounded on it. “Becca, get your ass out here. You ordered all this, and you’re damn well going to help me instead of hiding in the bathroom.”
“I am not hiding!”
“Yeah, sweetheart, you are, but we can talk about that later. Right now, we need to sort this shit.” They would definitely be discussing what happened out in the parking lot later. Or maybe they shouldn’t. He kept yo-yoing with the idea that Becca was attracted to him. He knew better than to let his thoughts wander there, but his dick kept taking them right back to the danger zone. As much as he valued Becca’s friendship, he’d never been good at resisting temptation.
The door cracked open, and her big brown eyes snapped fire at him. He couldn’t stop the grin from overtaking his face, which only pissed her off further.
“No. I’m not helping you. I’m going to take a shower, and then I’m going to bed. You can just fuck off, Dimitri Kincaid.” She stalked over to the luggage cart, grabbed her suitcase, and stormed back into the bathroom, slamming the door in his face.
Well, hell. Now what the fuck was he supposed to do?
The shower turned on, and he sank down on the bed. He should probably apologize. He hadn’t meant to make her think he was laughing at her hiding in the bathroom. He’d been smiling at her behavior, yes, but only about how it made him feel. She always managed to drive away the darkness eating at him. Her smile lifted him in ways nothing else did. She’d wiped out his earlier frustration with that smile, and now she was in there thinking he was making fun of her.
Dammit.
For a romance writer, he was pretty much screwing this up.
Not that he wanted to romance her.
She was his best friend. It was taboo.
He only wished his dick would come to that conclusion.
Listening to the water run, it brought back his earlier fantasy of her in the shower, and he groaned, his dick laughing at him. The fucker needed to shut up, but thoughts of her all wet and naked egged the little bastard on. If he slipped his hand in to give himself some relief, chances were she’d walk out and catch him in the act. Try explaining that one to her. She’d risk the airport to go home.
He was fucked.
Giving up, he stood, his legs protesting, and went back into the small room. They’d also delivered a complimentary bottle of champagne, a custom with every guest. Nice touch. He grabbed the bottle and two glasses before opening the terrace doors. She’d come out when she was ready and not before.
He sat in the first chair he came to and looked out over the city, all lit up. It was beautiful. He could smell the saltiness of the ocean. Maybe he could convince her to take a walk on the beach later, when no one would be out. Becca always wanted to see the ocean, and he wanted to be the one to show it to her.
Popping the cork, he poured himself some champagne. It wasn’t too bad. Not as good as what he usually drank, but still, it was decent. Maybe the alcohol would loosen her up enough that her anxiety wouldn’t stop her from seeing the South Carolina coastline.
When she finally showed up, he pretended not to notice her staring at him from the doorway. Best to let her come to him. He’d pushed her enough for one day. He could wait her out.
Becca frowned. She’d expected to see him digging through