She peeked up at him. “I’m starving. Can we stop at the lodge and grab something quick for dinner?”
No. No time for dinner. He needed her alone. If he calculated correctly, he had approximately eight more seconds before he spontaneously combusted. Yeah, he would die right there on the life jackets.
Her stomach rumbled. She raised her eyebrows in anI told yougesture.
“Sure, we can go get dinner.” He forced a smile. After they ate, he’d initiate Operation Get Alone and Get Naked.
The men met his goodbye with grunts. “We’ll be sure to knock next time,” one of them muttered.
William held Lucy’s hand when they forged ahead into the post-storm mountain air. Aside from the waterlogged ground and the fresh after-rain scent of the forest, he would never have known the angry storm had blown through. They walked in silence, stopping at the edge of the lake. She squeezed his hand, shooting a pulse of desire into his veins.
“I was thinking we should head back to Confluence tonight.” She wriggled against his arm.
“What?” he asked.
“One more night isn’t going to expose anything else. What do you think? After dinner, pack up and head back?” She glanced at him expectantly.
Absolutely not. He only had a few more hours with her before they returned to the real world. No way would he give up that time. “Thought we’d stick around here tonight. Pick up where we left off.”
“We shouldn’t do that again,” she said without any conviction at all.
She wasn’t making this easy.“Why’s that?”
“You’re about to be my boss. Any more touching would be…unprofessional.”
“Unprofessional?” He quirked an eyebrow. She hadn’t thought it was unprofessional when she’d outlined a map of the Twin Lakes resort on the roof of his mouth with her tongue.
“We won’t be able to work together if that keeps happening. Let’s have dinner, check the video, and forget this happened. It’s logical.” She nodded in agreement with herself.
“To be clear, your plan is to forget this happened?”
“Yes.” The word sounded more like a question than a statement.
“Here’smyplan. I’ll buy you dinner, and we’ll go back to the cabin. When we get there, I’ll do this.” He dropped his fingertips to her hips. She held her breath, right on cue.
“Then I’ll lean forward and kiss your neck.” He illustrated by brushing his lips against her sensitive skin.
She gulped, and her hands gripped his biceps. “That’s nice. You could do that some more.”
He grinned, letting his lower lip skim her jawline.
“When I’m done, I’ll put my mouth right about here.” He touched his lips casually to hers.
She shivered. “What’s next?”
“Then, I’ll slip my hand right here.” He demonstrated over the cloth of her shorts, moving his flat palm against the denim. She made a strangled noise and drew closer, her breath coming more quickly to match his own.
“Would you like that?” He said the words against her mouth.
She nodded. “Yes.”
He let out a relieved breath. “When we’re through, we can discuss logic and what happens next, yeah?”
“You’re impossible,” she mumbled.
He lifted his hand to her waist and chuckled. “So, you’re telling me there’s a chance?” He kissed her briefly and wrapped his fingers with hers as they made their way to the lodge.
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