“Don’t you mean FaceTime every night?”
“You’re really looking forward to that, aren’t you?”
I blush. I am looking forward to it. It’s the only way I’ll be able to see his face and that brings me a small measure of comfort. “Why would you say that?”
He gives me a pointed look, raising one lone brow. He’s so sexy when he does that. “Because you’re curious.”
“You’re so full of shit.”
“Am I? I bet if I touched you right now you’d be wet.”
“Jesus, Linc. You have no shame, do you?”
“Not when it comes to you.”
He kisses my lips again, twirling his tongue with mine in a single quest to drive me out of my mind. God, I’m going to miss him terribly. I’ve grown addicted to his kisses, the soft and gentle ones, the possessive ones.
All of them.
He pulls back abruptly, throwing me slightly off balance. “Oh, I almost forgot. I gave the builder your cell phone number just in case he can’t get in touch with me for any reason. You have permission to make any decision on our behalf.”
“Uh, I’m not sure I feel very comfortable with that, Linc.”
He looks affronted. “Why not?”
“Because it’s your house. You should be the one making those decisions.”
He chews the inside of his mouth before clearing his throat. “This isourhouse, remember? Besides, you know me. You know what I like. I have complete confidence you can handle the task.”
I shrug. “Okay, but if you come home to claw foot tubs and bead board ceilings, I don’t wanna hear a thing.”
Kissing my lips firmly, he inhales deeply through his nose. “I’m fine with that as long as you are the one naked in that claw foot tub.”
“I’m sure that can be arranged.”
“So what’s for dinner?”
“Chicken pot pie.”
“My favorite.”
“I know. Something to remember me by.”
“Baby, there’s no way in hell I could ever forget you.”
After dinner and gorging ourselves on Caroline’s going away cake, I find myself in the only place I want to be, wrapped in his arms.
Caroline went to bed hours ago.
I’m not sure what time it is.
I don’t want to know.
I know it’s late and I don’t want to think about when he’ll be forced to leave me. All I want to do is lie here, my head on his chest, inhaling his masculine scent, counting the beats of his steady heart. We’ve already made love once but it wasn’t enough, even though it was one of the single most beautiful moments of my life.
But each time seems to be better than the last.
The minute we were alone, his hands were on me with an incredible sense of urgency. Worshiping my body while branding me with his touch. Then once he was inside of me he slowed down, reveling in our time together. I never wanted it to end. And the second it was over, I wanted to start all over again.
