I angled my head to his shoulder, and he took the opportunity to lean down and press a kiss to my neck, making my belly do a thousand little flutters.
“Hey, Caymen?” I called, my voice soft and dreamy, speaking before I could really think it through.
“Yeah?” he asked, his hands sliding gently up and down the tops of my thighs. It wasn’t a touch meant to excite; it was more like he just couldn’t stop himself from touching me.
“What happens a week from now?”
“What do you mean?”
“Let’s assume a week from now, we’ll have found the shipment, neutralized the threat that keeps coming for us, and we’re mostly healed and back to regular life.”
“Okay.”
“What happens? With this? Us?”
His hands froze on my thighs, making my heart do the same. I wanted more than anything to suck the words back in. Because what the hell was I thinking? Starting that kind of conversation when we were on a boat. Trapped. Unable to get away from each other if this turned ugly or awkward.
“Scratch that,” I said.
“No,” he said, hands going flat on my legs. “No, let’s talk about it.”
“Okay,” I croaked. My heartbeat, when it came back, punched against my ribcage.
“When the guns are out of our hands, the threat is neutralized, and neither one of us is hobbling around anymore, I wanna take you to a movie.”
“Wait… what?”
“A movie. You, me, popcorn, big screen in front of us.”
“You want to take me on a date?”
“Yeah, guess that’s what I’m saying.”
“Why?”
“Because we jumped ahead a few steps. Thought it might be nice to do some of the other shit. Go to a movie. Have a meal that’s not in a safe house or safe boat.”
“I like that idea,” I said, my heart feeling like it had expanded twice its size. “I pick the movie. You pick the food.”
“Know a banging Italian place. It’s owned by the mob.”
“Of course it is,” I said with a little laugh. “I love Italian.”
“It’s a date then.”
“Yeah. But just for the record, we’re not rolling back on the sex.”
“Wasn’t planning on that,” he said, his hand slipping inward and up, teasing with the little tie of my bikini bottom.
A soft sigh escaped me, prompting his fingers to pull at the tie until it loosened, then working on the second tie.
His hand slid between my legs, teasing up my sex, then gently circling my clit.
There was nothing hurried or demanding about it. It was almost as if he wanted it to be gentle, lazy.
I turned my head, leaning my face up toward him.
His lips came down slowly, the pressure gentle as he kissed me until my toes felt tingly and my mind went blank.
