Come Away With Me(45)

“Overprotective sister, huh?”

“You have no idea.”

“I can hold my own, Mr. Williams.”

He joins me inside and I open the blanket so he can slide his arms around my waist, and I wrap the blanket around his back.

“I know, but she can be ruthless. Sam and I have always been particularly close because we’re less than two years apart in age. She has a history of thinking she needs to protect me, so just don’t be surprised if she’s a little cool toward you tomorrow.”

“She’s never liked your girlfriends in the past?”

“She’s never met anyone from my past.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’ve never introduced anyone to my family before.”

“Why me?”

He leans down and kisses me in that gentle way he has and I sigh. “Because you didn’t know who I am. And you have gotten under my skin. I don’t think I’ll ever have enough of you.”

“I’d like to know you better,” I whisper, intentionally missing his point.

“Ditto, baby.”

“You know me better than anyone.”

“There’s still a lot to learn.” He brushes my hair off my face and I grasp his wrist so I can kiss his palm.

“How long was I asleep?”

“Just about an hour.”

“It smells good in here.” He grins down at me.

“Stir fry okay for dinner?”

“Mmmm… sounds great. Do I have time to take a quick shower first?”

“Sure, baby. You go shower and I’ll get dinner ready.” He pulls out of the blanket and releases me.

“I could get used to being spoiled like this,” I quip.

I turn from him and head for the stairway when I hear him mumble, “I’m counting on it.”

***

The drive to Luke’s parent’s house is fairly short. It’s a rainy Sunday afternoon, so we’re in Luke’s black Mercedes SUV. How many cars does he have? I look to my left and take a deep breath, trying to fight down the nerves. My stomach is in knots.

I’m flat out terrified of meeting his parents.

This weekend has been wonderful.

After dinner last night we cuddled on the couch and watched old comedies from the 80’s and laughed all night. Then he took me to bed and made sweet love to me like he did on the couch.

Wow, he can be so tender. I can’t help but remember when he slapped my ass the first time we made love, and I wonder when he’s going to do that again.

Variety is the spice of life, after all.

Perhaps we’ll play when we get back to his place later.

He looks so beautiful, sitting here in his black t-shirt and another pair of faded blue jeans. His strong hands are on the wheel, and I shiver as I think of how they feel on me.

“Are you cold?” He reaches for the climate controls on the dash, but I stop his hand.

“No, I’m not cold.”

He glances at me, and then does a double take, raising an eyebrow.

“I love your hands,” I say as I twine my fingers with his. He raises them to his lips and kisses my wrist.

“They’re just hands.” He gives me a wicked smile and my stomach clenches.

“They do crazy things to me,” I whisper.

“Behave, or I’ll pull this car over and f*ck you.” I gasp at his words. This is a completely different attitude from last night, and frankly, it’s hot. Desire pools in my groin and I smile as I decide to play with him a little.

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep.”

“Oh honey, trust me, that’s a promise I can definitely keep.”

I pick at an imaginary piece of lint on my red sundress. I’m wearing a soft blue denim jacket over it because of the weather and brown peep-toe sandals.

“Prove it.”

He whips his head toward me and narrows his eyes. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me,” I whisper and pull the hem of my dress up around the tops of my thighs, thrumming my fingers against my already sensitive flesh.

“You want to f*ck in the car on the way to meet my parents?” His voice is incredulous, but his eyes are on fire and his breathing is shallow.

“Yes, please.”

He takes the next exit off the freeway and parks behind a strip mall. It’s heavily lined with dense trees, and there is no traffic behind the long building.