I smile triumphantly as she gathers up her daughter and they traipse off down the stairs. Then I sit and stare at Amelia’s drawing for a lot longer than I should.
I spend the rest of the evening splitting my thoughts between how much I’m going to miss her and plotting ways to get her to stay.
At ten o’clock, I head to bed and fall asleep reading the latest Stephen King novel.
I’m awakened when there’s a knock on the door. I check the time. It’s just after midnight.
“Come in,” I say, reaching for the bedside lamp, expecting it to be Christian.
It’s not. It’s Kenna. And she’s wearing that same sexy robe that does nothing to tamp down my want for her.
I sit up. “Everything okay?”
She shakes her head. Her heated stare pebbles my skin. “My toilet is running again.”
Then she does something truly spectacular. She steps into my room, shuts the door behind her, and opens her robe to reveal she’s got nothing on underneath.
Even though my dick instantly springs to life, seeing her like this hurts me in a way I’ve never experienced. Because I know this has an expiration date that’s coming up all too quickly. But I want her anyway. For a minute. A day. It doesn’t matter. Because I want her for as long as she’ll let me have her.
I throw back the covers, pat the mattress, and thank my lucky fucking stars that I was the one who towed her car.
Chapter Twenty-two
Kenna
“Kenna.”
I ignore the voice in my head, too sleepy to even dream of him again.
“Kenna.”
This time, my shoulder is shaken slightly. I open my eyes and stare right into Carter’s.
It takes a second to remember where I am. In his bed. In his arms.
“Oh, hey. What time is it?”
“Two. We both fell asleep. I didn’t want Amelia to wake up and find you gone.”
It’s hard to hold back my lazy smile, because… dang it, that’s just one more thing I can add to the long list of things he’s done to make me swoon over him.
He gently rolls me off him and sits up. “If it were up to me, you’d stay here all night,everynight.” He hands me my robe. “But some things are more important.”
“Thanks for waking me up.” I don the robe, my heart utterly torn between wanting to be in two places at one time.
“No problem.” His grin turns from intimate to cocky. “Same time tonight?”
I raise a brow. “You’re awfully presumptive.”
He just stares at me, his eyes hot embers that remind me of what we did just a few hours ago…twice.
I scoot to the edge of the bed. “Carter, this doesn’t—”
“Change anything. Yeah, I know.”
He moves in behind me, his chest to my back, his legs on either side of mine. Pulling me against him, he kisses my neck, sending a truckload of sparks throughout every cell in my body.
His lips are warm against the shell of my ear as he murmurs, “But I still want you here, Kenna. For as long as I can have you.”
