A few minutes later, she sat up, resting her hand on my chest and pressing her chin against it, so she was staring directly at me. Those big eyes of hers held me rapt, saying everything and nothing at the same damn time. She drew her other hand up and began outlining my lower lip with her pointer finger. The quiet of the room was broken by her giggle when I opened my mouth and bit the tip of her finger.
She sighed. “I missed these lips,” she admitted, once again using her finger to outline my mouth.
“Is that all you missed?”
“Not even the half of it.” She ducked and pressed a kiss to the middle of my sweaty chest. It was a small gesture, but one I felt all the way to my toes. “Are you leaving again?”
That question accompanied by her hesitant tone made my entire body stiffen. My lips turned downward, and I used my hand to lift her chin, so her eyes were once again on me.
“What?”
“I mean, is this...you and me? Are we together?”
“You’re mine. Always have been.” The sureness of my answer was revealed in the steadiness of my voice. “Don’t ever forget that.” I reached down and squeezed her ass, causing another giggle. I was thankful she didn’t ask any more questions about why I’d left in the first place. I’d answer those in due time. Right now, I just wanted to spend the day in bed with her. Reveling in what I’d missed for so many weeks. I had to leave again for work in a couple of days, and I planned to spend as much time with her in my bed and me inside her as possible.
“That can be arranged,” she agreed, alerting me to the fact that I’d said that last part aloud. “As long as you don’t mess up my hair anymore,” she added, patting the wild mane around her head.
“I thought you were on your India Arie.”
She frowned at me, confused.
“I am not my hair. Your hair is kinda wild though,” I laughed, tugging on a few of her wild strands.
“Shut up!” She smacked my chest.
“Nah, I like it tousled like this though. Reminds me of how it got that way.” I raised my eyebrows, wiggling them at her. The laugh she was barely holding in burst out and my chest did the same. This feeling right here is what I’d been missing for the last month, and I was determined to ensure it remained between us. I pulled her back down to lie on me.
“I have to leave for Vegas on Monday. So, that only leaves today and tomorrow for us to spend time getting reacquainted.”
“Are you asking me to spend the weekend with you or telling me?”
My smile widened, and my hand paused in her hair. “What do you think?” I wasn’t asking, and she knew it.
She laughed and shook her head. “What am I going to do with you?”
“I can think of a quite a few things,” I growled, biting her ear as I adjusted our bodies, so she was once again underneath me.
****
I stepped off of the private plane and into the stifling Las Vegas heat. Nevertheless, I felt better than I had in a long time. I paused to button the middle button of my gray Hugo Boss suit jacket and made my way down the steps to the tarmac. This trip was for business, but it felt like it might as well be for pleasure as long as I’d been planning this project. The only thing that would’ve made it better would have been to have the woman I’d reluctantly dropped off at her condo this morning by my side instead of back in Houston. But this wasn’t one of my grand openings, not yet anyway. We still had a ways to go until the actual restaurants were up and running, but this trip was making that day one step closer. My hands twitched with anticipation as I reached the waiting Lincoln Town Car. The driver held the door open for me.
“Welcome back, Mr. Grant,” Marshall, my usual driver when I was in Vegas, greeted.
“Marshall, how are the wife and kids?” I inquired.
“Great, sir. The wife’s still begging to leave Vegas though.”
“Still looking for more beach time, huh?”
The older man shook his head and chuckled. “You know it.”
“Can’t blame her.”
“Eh, who needs the beach when you’ve got the Strip?” He looked genuinely perplexed.
“Can’t argue there,” I agreed as I climbed in the backseat. A few seconds later, Isaac, who’d accompanied me on the trip, got in on the other side. My phone buzzed with an email from my assistant, Bryce.
Your 11:00 appointment is finalized, and the reports are attached.
