“I don’t wanna go,” she said, her nose nuzzling his neck, her soft fingers grazing his cheek reverently.
Elijah laughed. “Liar.”
She pulled back, smiled. “You’re right. I’m excited.”
He’d known that she was looking forward to her girls’ weekend for quite some time. Sierra, Ashleigh, Sam, McKenna, and Mercedes were off to Vegas for the weekend, a trip that had become a yearly event for the women seeking a little bit of time to themselves.
“You’ll miss me, though, right?” Sam said, kissing his chin.
“Always.”
“Good.” She sat up straight, but he pulled her back to him.
“I better get a real kiss before you go. To tide me over.”
Sam hummed her approval, leaning into him. Elijah cupped the back of her head, molded his mouth to hers, and slipped his tongue inside. He tasted the cherry gloss on her lips and the subtle hint of mint from her toothpaste. Her soft sigh made his cock thicken, but he ignored the damn thing. She would be gone for four days and three nights, which meant he’d have to refrain until she returned.
“Careful,” he whispered, his hand gripping her thigh, “or you will be late because I’ll have those jeans around your ankles and my cock buried inside you.”
Another moan, this one louder as she pressed her breasts to his chest. “You’re a tease.”
“It’s a promise, I assure you,” he corrected, releasing her, feeling lighter simply for her presence.
“I’d take you up on it, but I’ve got trouble to stir up in Sin City.”
“If you get into trouble, we’re not coming to bail you out,” Logan said as he strolled into the room, his gaze hot, a sign he’d been watching their intimate kiss.
“You will, too,” Sam countered.
He shook his head. “Nope. We’ve got things to do.”
“Like what?” She looked back at Elijah as though he might reveal whatever their secret plans were.
Truth was, they hadn’t intended to do anything. In fact, they’d agreed to do absolutely nothing while she was gone. Sam might be eager to jet off and enjoy some nightlife in a different city, but Elijah was looking forward to being home. He’d been traveling more than he cared to as of late, so being here would be a vacation in itself.
“Just promise me one thing,” she said, glancing back and forth between them. “If you two decide to do something wicked and dirty … don’t.”
Elijah noticed the way Logan’s eyebrows slowly rose as though challenging her authority.
“But if you do,” she added, her grin widening, “then at least record all the dirty details and send the video to my phone. I promise not to share it.”
Elijah chuckled, pulling her back so he could press a kiss to her temple. “We’ll be perfect gentlemen.”
She patted his stomach. “That’s too bad because I really,reallywant—”
“Let it go, Sam,” Logan said, his tone hard, all amusement gone.
Elijah had heard him tell her that numerous times since their return from the cabin. One of Sam’s most prominent traits was her ability to push when she wanted something, and from what he’d gathered, she was eager for more of what happened that night between him and Logan. She’d been dropping subtle and sometimes not-so-subtle hints for the past six months. For whatever reason, Logan put the kibosh on it every time.
“Fine,” Sam huffed.
She turned, planted another quick kiss on his mouth, then got to her feet. She sauntered across the room, came to stand directly in front of Logan, then waited until he leaned down so she could kiss him, too. He put his hands on her face, tilted her head back, and lowered his mouth to hers.
Elijah watched as she became putty in the man’s hands, leaning into him as she hummed softly.
“Sierra will be here in a minute,” she reminded him, patting Logan’s cheek.
“Go on,” he urged, smacking her butt when she turned. “Finish getting ready. I’ll stall her if you’re not out when she gets here.”
