I leaned up even further. “Do you need that answer now?”
“Not now, no. But soon.”
“Why?”
He didn’t immediately reply. “If I walk away, I need to know what I’m walking to.”
“Sounds like those steps could give you some mental and physical freedom.”
He laughed. “There’s that, yes.”
“How about happiness?”
“I hear you, Sky. There’s that too.”
“And fun?”
“I’m only thirty-five, which, to you, probably sounds like a big number, but to me, it feels a tad too young to have that much time on my hands that will solely be monopolized by fun.”
“Not necessarily.” I sat up and pushed my back against the headboard. “Think of how busy you’ll keep yourself with all the things you like to do. Like if I wasn’t here, what kind of trouble would you find yourself in?”
“That’s part of the problem. I don’t even know what I like to do anymore.”
My fingers spread across his chest. “You have some homework to do, mister.”
“You’re not wrong—and it pains me to admit that.” He rolled toward me, but this time, when he faced me, his position was different. It seemed almost temporary.
“It pains you?” I coughed out some air.
“Taking advice isn’t one of my strengths.”
“But I wasn’t giving you advice.” I tucked some hair behind my ear. “I was just mowing the grass, so if or when you decide to walk, there won’t be any long blades or weeds in your way.”
“You are”—as his voice drifted off, he grabbed the top of the blanket that was at the center of my chest and gradually lowered it to my knees—“something else.”
Goose bumps covered my skin.
And it wasn’t because the cold air in the room had hit me.
“Something else … and someone who’s right.” I smiled, although I wasn’t sure he could see it.
“Do you just want to hear me say that? So you can gloat?”
“Whiskey, you’ve told me these super-intriguing things about you, but whether you’re really this hard-ass who’s never wrong, that’s up for debate unless I see it with my own eyes.” I rubbed my bare arms. “All that to say, I don’t know you well enough to gloat.”
His hand went to my stomach. “Trust me. I’ve fired people for saying far less than you have tonight.”
“It’s a good thing you can’t fire me, then. I’ll be gone in less than three hours anyway, and, shit, you probably won’t miss anything more than my laugh.”
He moved into an almost-push-up position and hovered over me, his lips going to my neck. “I’d better make the most of my time.”
I looked to the side to give him more space to kiss. “This is how you plan on spending that time?” I giggled as he lowered to my chest, the combo of the brisk, windy air-conditioning and his hot mouth making me ticklish.
“No.” He continued to go further, past my tits and stomach, and stopped at my pussy, wrapping his arms around my thighs. “I plan to spend it right here.”
I couldn’t control the sounds that were coming out of me. The breathing. The moaning. And his tongue hadn’t even touched me yet.
He bent my knees, his face directly between my legs. “I’ve been dreaming about doing this.”
