It should’ve taken another ten minutes to get to her place, and she suspected he knew it as well as she did.
“Any of ’em moon us?”
“Just the one. You need to put the canoe away somewhere?”
“Rented it from the school.” She stifled a yawn. “I’ll return it Monday.”
His fingers tangled in her hair. “Best date I’ve had in a long time,” he said softly.
Her heart swelled. She stifled her smartassimagine if it’d been with a nice girlcomment and instead leaned closer to him. “Doesn’t have to be over. I mean, I guess we’re even for the flight stuff, but if you wanted to come up…”
She let her words taper off, because his easy smile tilted down. Sympathy overtook his dark eyes.
He was done with her. Finished. Tired of her.
Their deal was over.
She lunged for her door. “Never mind. You got things to do. Don’t let me keep you.”
“I’m flying tomorrow,” he said. “Crew rest starts in thirty minutes.”
Nice excuse. But dang if her heart didn’t feel as if it were being squeezed like an underinflated balloon at the thought of himup in the air. “Sure. Fly good tomorrow.”
“You like camping?” he said.
“Old-fashioned or pampered?”
“Either.” But that snicker-grin said he’d laugh at her if she asked for a camper or a cabin.
“You know I can’t resist a good campfire.”
“Good. I’ll pick you up Friday night.”
Her pulse fluttered, and she couldn’t even muster a sassybut what if I have plans?“I’ll take care of the firewood.”
He hooked a hand behind her neck and pulled her in for a lingering kiss.
She didn’t want to stop at a kiss. She wanted to toss him in the backseat and have her way with him. They had twenty-nine minutes still.
And spending the day with him hadn’t been enough.
She splayed her hands across his chest. His heart thumped beneath the solid wall ofmuscle.
He pulled out of the kiss and rested his head on her shoulder. His breath came in ragged gasps that pulled at something deeper and higher than the longing between her legs. “I cannot understand how you can be this sexy,” he said.
Captain Swaggery Pilot God was one to talk. “It’s a gift.”
He chuckled, his breath hot through her thin blouse. “Suppose it is.” He pressed his lips to her collarbone one last time before reaching for his own door handle. “I’d offer to carry something inside, but I’m afraid of the lecture I’d get.”
“Wimp,” she teased.
If he carried something inside, maybe he’d stay.
He winked at her. “Don’t miss me too much this week.”
“You’re not even going to offer me yourshirt as an umbrella?” She was bordering on pathetic, but she didn’t want him to leave.
Who knew if he’d come to his senses before Friday and change his mind about camping?
