She looks at the text before she reads it to me. “We’re making a pit stop in London before we head back to New York, Em.”
“Her folks want to buy them a house in London as a wedding gift.” I tilt my head back. “Jane and Drake are meeting up with them to figure that out.”
When her eyes meet mine, I can tell that she’s as shocked as I am by her brother’s latest revelation. “When did he tell you that?”
“Ten minutes ago,” I answer.
It’s the break of dawn in London. He’s already there, planning the next stage of his life. Apparently, he finally found time to fill Emma and me in.
“I should go back to Seattle.” Her hand drops to her hip.
I can’t take my eyes off of her. “Give it a few days. I’m stuck here too. I’ve got a problem that I can’t run away from.”
I let myself believe I’m talking about the launch of Letter Leap, but that’s not it.
The problem is that ever since I kissed her, nothing has made sense to me.
My desire to fuck her is clouding everything. I can’t think straight.
“How long will you be staying in Manhattan?” Her voice lowers.
“As long as it takes.”
The gruffness in my tone shocks us both. She steps back. I scrub the back of my neck. I need to temper the need I feel for this woman.
Her phone lights up with another text message.
“Dammit.” Her tongue darts over her bottom lip. “It’s Drake again. I should respond.”
I move closer to press my lips to her forehead. Breathing in the sweet scent of her skin, I whisper, “Try to get some sleep tonight.”
Her eyes find mine. “You too. You need to rest.”
I need to come.
I keep that to myself as I brush past her and head to my bedroom alone.
CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
Emma
Glancingat the flowers on the nightstand, I turn over on my side. My brother had little to say when I texted him back. He told me he’d fill me in more when he had time. I reminded him that I’d prefer if that would be during daylight hours in New York.
I roll over again and kick the covers back from the bed.
I’m burning up.
Sitting up, I fist the sheet with my hands to keep them from shaking.
Not only did I drink my body weight in coffee today, but I’m on fire from the way Case looked at me before he went to sleep. The roughness of his voice went straight to my core.
“As long as it takes.”
I’ve been replaying those words in my mind since I dropped into bed an hour ago.
As long as it takes to satisfy his need for me?
As long as it takes to fuck me over and over again?
