They pulled up in front of his building, and he helped her out into thewarm night air. The car drove off and left them standing together under the starry sky. Jackson looked up at him, her eyes wide.
“What are we doing, Cameron?”
He chuckled. “Whatever you want to do.”
Jackson smiled a little, but she glanced away. Damn. If she was talking about what they’d do once they got up to his bedroom, he could whisper a list of dirty ideas, just to see if shewanted to try one. The electricity that had sizzled between them for the last two weeks was threatening to spark out of control. Each time they gave in, it grew even more explosive between them. And neither of them was backing away. Yet he got the sense that wasn’t what she was asking about.
His smile faded. “I don’t know what the hell I’m doing.”
Maybe that wasn’t completely true. Backon the Opera House dance floor an idea had flickered to life inside him, and now he couldn’t let go of it.More. He wanted more. So what if they lived on different continents. So what if they had only known each other for two weeks. Being with Jackson trumped every single obstacle he could see.
“I guess it doesn’t matter,” she said. “I’m leaving tomorrow.” She blinked a couple times and gavehim a tight smile that hit him straight in the gut.
He rested his hand on the smooth skin of her cheek. “All of this matters, Jackson.”
No, he didn’t feel like doing anything dirty at all. He just wanted her, plain and simple. He wanted to spend the night with his body over hers, her bright green eyes staring into his as they lost themselves in each other.
He looked at her for a longtime, thinking everything he wanted to say. That this was so far past just getting each other off. That he was trying his hardest not to beg her to stay. That he wanted her to sleep in his bed every night so he could wake her up in creative ways every morning. How did he want all these things when they had never even spent a full night together? Maybe they would tonight.
She was watching himso intently, as if she were trying as hard as he was to figure out what mattered and why. He had to make tonight matter.
Cameron kissed her softly. “Let’s go upstairs, sweetheart.”
He took her hand and led her inside. He turned the key to the penthouse suite, and the elevator doors closed behind them. Jackson leaned against the back wall of the elevator, and he came up to her, coveringher body with his. She tilted her hips against his hard length and he buried his face in her neck and inhaled. She smelled like heaven, some spicy, flowery shit that was driving him crazy. And then there was just Jackson, whose scent was now so imprinted on him that he’d probably still get hard twenty years from now if he found himself close enough to her.
“You know what I want?” he breathed.
She laughed. “I can guess.”
“You’re wrong.”
She turned to him and raised her eyebrows. “What is it, then?”
He swallowed. “I want to make love to you so long and hard that you miss your plane tomorrow. And the next day. And the next.”
There. He’d said it. Cameron watched her expression. Her gaze was soft and her mouth was parted, but she didn’t say anything. Maybe that was agood thing.
“Stay the night, Jackson,” he whispered. “Just to see what it’s like.”
Cameron’s heart pounded, but he didn’t move. She closed her eyes, and when they opened again, the dreamy look was gone. She wrinkled her brow. “I don’t know. I—I didn’t bring clothes. Or a toothbrush.”
“I don’t mind.”
Was that a yes? If she stayed the night, he could show her what he had known thatvery first time in her hotel room. That this was different.
The elevator came to a stop, and the doors opened. He found her hand and squeezed it. She dropped her purse on the hall table and stopped. He came up behind her and rested his hands on the soft curve of her waist.
“Does this mean I’m going to see your bedroom tonight?” She smiled a slow, seductive smile that pushed away all thoughtsof the future.
“Is that what you want?” he asked, pressing a kiss on her shoulder.
“Yes.” She gave a sexy sigh.
“Good.”
And Cameron needed to get there right about now. He dipped down and hooked his arm under her knees, lifting her up. Jackson sucked in a breath and laughed.
He carried her through the hall and set her down in the doorway. Jackson walked across the bedroom tothe French doors that opened onto his balcony. The white walls twinkled with the harbor lights. Thank God his cleaning service had come the day before.
