“You don’t need to understand.” I fold my arms over my chest, mostly to keep myself out of trouble.
It doesn’t matter that I’m rooted in the doorway to her bedroom. The temptation to touch Kayleigh is overwhelming. I want to feel her soft skin beneath my calloused palms. I want to taste the coffee on her tongue as I tangle my hands in her dark, wavy hair. I want to hold her tight against me, feeling the press of her tits against my chest as inhale her vanilla scent.
“You keep saying that,” she grumbles, turning her back to me as she stuffs more clothes into the suitcase, giving me anunobstructed view of her perfectly plump ass in those tight leggings. I can see the outline of her lace panties through the stretched fabric.
I reach into my jeans pocket, fisting the pair I stole off the floor last night after she fell asleep.
“You’re staying on my ranch until I drive you to the airport on Christmas Eve.”
“Butwhy?”
“Because I bought and paid for you, sweetheart.”
“Wouldn’t it just be easier to fuck me now and be done with me? You didn’t seem all that eager for me to be hanging around when I showed up the other day.”
How the curvy beauty thinks I could ever be done with her is beyond me. I’llneverbe done with Kayleigh Kingston. Not if I had a thousand lifetimes to claim her as my own. I’ll crave her long after she gets on that plane, but at least then, she won’t be my problem any longer.
“I’m not going to fuck you, Kayleigh. Not now. Not at all.”
She spins around and pins me in place with her narrowed gaze. “Why not?”
“You really have to ask that?”
“I’m not with him anymore, you know,” she says, busying herself with zipping up her suitcase. “So what’s the harm?—”
“No.”
She grabs the suitcase and heads toward the open door. “Just like that, huh?”
“Would you rather I have tied you up and beat you with a whip last night?”
She pauses there in the doorway of her bedroom, the one I should have stepped out of before she got too close. Now I’m unable to move. My back presses painfully into the frame as her gaze flicks up to mine, a crooked smile on her glossy lips. “Yeah, a little.”
“Kayleigh—”
“If you think I’m embarrassed about last night, I’m not.”
My dick twitches against my zipper at the memory of her rolling hips as came apart. How badly I wanted to be inside her in that moment, feeling her orgasm pulse around my cock.
“And you know what?” she continues.
“What?”
“I think youlikedit, Elliot Bishop.”
Kayleigh slips passed me, and I trail after her toward the front door where she leaves her suitcase.
“I’m not fucking you,” I say again, though the resolve isn’t as strong before.
Insisting Kayleigh stay with me for the next three days is probably the stupidest decision I’ve ever made. But I’ll be damned if I give her an opportunity to return to that seedy BDSM auction chasing more money. Normally, clients only have twenty-four hours to enjoy their prizes, but no one argued with me when I demanded an extension.
The sick bastards hope I’ll be back next year to drop more money into their greedy hands. I’ll let them think whatever the fuck they want if it means Kayleigh is safe.
Until she gets on a plane to visit her family on Christmas Eve, I’m keeping the curvy beauty with me.
Even if it fucking kills me.
“What is that?” I ask when she pulls a small pet carrier out of her coat closet.
