Ellen hated it here. “She wants to go to another facility, one she’s been to before in Upstate New York.” He’d promised he’d take her back tomorrow. He’d chartered a flight for them and it was scheduled to leave at 3 p.m.
Somehow, he couldn’t tell Noel. He wanted more time with her. If she knew he was leaving so soon, she’d likely freeze him out completely.
One night. He needed one more night with her.
“You off at midnight?” He kind of hated how he sounded. But wasn’t this what he’d had in mind all along?
Noel stilled. She was thinking. He wanted to have sex with her. Did she want it too?
“Yeah, maybe a little after.” She was close enough now so that he could reach out and grab her hand. She didn’t pull away. His fingers massaged the tender skin of her wrist.
“I’ll wait up for you?”
She met his eyes and nodded slowly.
If he didn’t know better he’d think he was all of seventeen and the head cheerleader had just told him he could take her to the prom. Yeah, he was excited to get her alone in his room.
This time without the Vicodin.
She’d tempted him last night. God, how she’d tempted him.
He’d barely closed the door when she placed her hands on his shoulders and began trailing little kisses down his chest. With his own lips exploring her neck, he steered her toward the bed and they’d fallen onto it together.
While kissing her in the parking lot, he’d been hard. By the time they’d dropped onto the bed, he’d barely been able to keep his pants on. She’d moaned and gasped and melted beneath his touch, allowing his hands to explore unheeded. And as he caressed, and squeezed, he learned something he ought to have known already.
This was what a woman should feel like. Soft, curvy, luxurious.
If he hadn’t kept running across her bandages, he might have forgotten her less then coherent state.
But tonight, well, tonight, he would touch every inch, hell he’d taste every inch of her. He wanted to bury himself inside of her a thousand different ways.
He glanced at his phone. It was barely five o’clock. Seven hours. He had to wait seven fucking hours.
He’d hit the work out room and then maybe have some dinner.
It was going to be a long night.
CHAPTER FIVE
How could shesay no?
It wasn’t a good idea. She’d suffer for it later. Because despite knowing ahead of time that it was a one night thing, there was no way she’d be able to keep her heart from getting involved.
But those eyes. And his voice.
And he’d bought her prescription for her!
She couldn’t do it.
She couldn’t say no.
And she still had– glancing at the clock above the door– damn– seven hours to wait!
At least she’d shaved her legs in the shower this afternoon, something she didn’t always do during the winter. It wasn’t like anybody would know.
But she’d shaved today.
And she’d used the expensive lotion Carly had given her for Christmas. She only hoped she didn’t smell like whiskey and beer by the end of the night.
