Sal’s eyes widen, but I don’t get the chance to ask why before his mouth descends again, his tongue tracing my lips as he seeks entry. Entry I easily grant him.
Our tongues swirl, and the feeling of warmth dances through my veins, lighting me up from my head to my toes, making them curl into the carpet.
Sal growls against me before his tongue disappears and he gently sucks my lip into his mouth, releasing me as I sigh.
He kisses the corner of my mouth, my cheek, my jaw, making his way down my neck with a fiery possession, burning a path across my skin.
I mewl as my breath quickens, tightening my hold on his shirt, pulling him closer until there’s barely a space between us.
“I don’t want to stop,” I whisper as he nibbles on my shoulder, his hands curling into my hair.
“I’m not stopping,” he rasps against my skin, the vibrations making me shiver while I laugh.
“You have to, remember?”
“No.”
“Sal.”
“No.”
His phone vibrates once against me, and I jump at the feeling, my legs clenching as my body begs for more.
“You have to go.”
“One more minute.” He’s barely finished speaking when his phone buzzes again, this time more incessant, a call rather than a text.
“Do you have a minute?” I ask with a giggle, and he pauses his kisses as he growls. He stands tall and checks his watch, cursing under his breath.
“Not really.”
“Then go. It’s only a few days, right? We can talk when you get back.”
“Talk?” He raises an eyebrow knowing that’s not what I meant.
“Among other things.”
“Okay. I’m going. I—” He cuts himself off before pressing a chaste kiss to my lips. “Talk to you later?” He smiles, but there’s an edge to it, a nervousness he doesn’t need.
“Yes, please. Call me when you get there.”
Something shifts in his eyes and I laugh. “Come on. You know I’m a mother type. I’m like this with all the guys.” Sal’s face drops for a split second before he forces a chuckle.
“Very true. I’ll call you when I get there.”
“In your private jet?”
“On the commercial flight Tabitha booked while I was on the way here.”
“Boo. You’re no fun.”
“Do you want me to buy a jet, Keeley?”
“God, no. What a waste.”
Sal chuckles again before pressing another kiss to my head, then my nose, and my mouth. “Bye, Keeley.”
“Bye, Sal.”
