Come Away With Me(39)

“Clearly after our conversation in the car you should know that I have trust issues with men. All men. I don’t keep men in my life.”

“I’m hoping that’s about to change,”

he whispers.

“This wasn’t a great start to convince me to make any changes.”

“Natalie, think about the rest of the time we’ve been together. I’m still the same man I was before we were in your kitchen yesterday morning. I still like to cook, I think your work is sexy, I can’t keep my hands off you. I’m just a man.”

“I know.”

“You do?”

“Yes. I’m not an idiot. But you know me better than anyone, after less than a week, and I can’t help but feel a little foolish.



Yesterday

was

really

embarrassing for me.”

“It was embarrassing for me too.”

“Well, I’m glad that’s over.”

“What?”

“My first embarrassing moment in front of you.”

He smiles, but it’s fleeting. He gets serious again. “Can we start over?”

“No.”

His face falls. “So it’s over?”

“No, I don’t want to start over because that would mean erasing everything we’ve had and honestly, aside from yesterday, the past few days have been really good.” I bite my lip and gaze over at him.

His impossibly beautiful face breaks out into a heart stopping smile. God, he just looks so… joyful. I can’t help but match it.

“Natalie, these have been the best few days of my life, and I mean that.”

“Wow.”

Finally, he pulls me onto his lap and into his arms. I bury my face in his neck, wrap my arms around him and hold on, inhaling his sexy scent, planting soft kisses on his cheek.

I lean back and take his face in my hands, gazing deeply into his eyes. “Just don’t ever act with me.”

“Baby, you don’t have to worry about that.”

Suddenly he’s kissing me and we’re on the move. He stands with me in his arms and heads inside the house. He’s carrying me like I weigh nothing, and it’s so… hot.

“Where are we going?” I ask against his lips.

“My bed.”

Oh.

“We didn’t clean up after breakfast.”

“Later.”

“We could get naked on the deck,” I suggest and bite his earlobe.

He growls. “No, my bed.” We’re moving up the stairs. “I’m getting you naked and plan to spend about a week in bed with you.”

I can’t help but laugh. “I have clients on Monday.”

“Okay, but today and tomorrow you’re all mine.”

“Yours?” I raise an eyebrow at him.

“Mine.” He repeats and stands me gently at the side of his bed. He grabs the hem of my dress and pulls it over my head.

“Sweet Jesus, you’re not wearing any underwear.”

I grin. “Nope.”

“This whole time, you’ve been sitting six inches from me with no f*cking underwear?”

“Yep.” I laugh and start unbuttoning his shirt. His eyes watch mine intently and I pop the buttons, one by one. I push the shirt over his shoulders and he lets it fall to the floor.

Next I push my finger between the elastic of his boxers and his skin, the way I did the other night when he stopped me. His eyes flash with need, and he makes no move to stop me this time. I smile and run my tongue along my lower lip. I glide my fingers along his stomach to his fly and open his jeans. I pull the soft denim and grey boxers slowly over his lean hips and down his legs. He steps out of them and kicks them aside.

“There, you’ve caught up to me,” I murmur and gaze back up into his heated blue eyes.

He doesn’t touch me, which is making me mad with longing. I want those skilled hands on me!

“I love it when you look at me like that,” he murmurs and moves toward me. I back up, the backs of my legs meeting the edge of the bed.

“How am I looking at you?”

“Your beautiful green eyes are looking at me like you just can’t wait until I touch you.”

“I can’t.”

“Lay back on the bed, baby.”

I do as he asks, and gaze up at him, enjoying the view that is Luke. All of the blood in my body has pooled between my legs and I’m panting. All without him actually touching me.