“Ah.”
“So you need to get moving.”
My eyes fell to his mouth, and I mumbled, “Right.”
I lost sight of his mouth when he was using it to plunder mine.
So I didn’t have to wait until tonight.
Awesome.
The kiss started hot and heavy, so it just got hotter and heavier, until he broke it by standing and putting me on my feet.
For a second, I was dazed.
And unhappy.
Then I wrapped the sheet I’d somehow managed to keep with me more firmly around me.
“Get to it, princess,” he commanded.
I rolled my eyes, sighed and took off toward the guest room. I could bring the sheet back when I was done.
“Nadia?” he called when I was halfway to the stairwell, juggling the sheet while gathering my clothes.
I looked back to him.
“Honey, I’ve seen, touched, tasted and fucked every inch of you,” he said gently. “And Ledger’s not here, you can lose the sheet.”
I thought about Angelica’s slim hips even after birthing two babies, her flat stomach (same about the babies), and all-around slender frame (except her breasts, which, it might be mean, but it could be true, kinda looked fake).
I did not have slim hips or a flat belly.
Again, he was in my head when, still gentle, he shared, “She had more weight on her back then. I’m not that guy. I like soft, and I think you know by now, I get off when I got something to hold onto.”
Was this man for real?
He was, because I tried not to see (but I saw…so much), though it couldn’t be missed, Courtney was curvy.
Even so.
“I’m not a dude, Riggs. I can’t traipse around nude after one time.”
The wolfish grin came back. “I was pretty into what we were doing, so my counting might be inaccurate. Still, think it was more than one time.”
Good Lord.
He was such a man.
I did another eye roll, grabbed my sweater, and strutted out of his room.
I took the sheet.
Early that afternoon, I rolled to a stop in my Range Rover in front of the cabin, doing this next to Riggs’s truck.
I really loved Riggs’s house.
But being there right then with the sun shining and another warm spell hitting the area (I’d learned at dinner last night that things didn’t really warm up until June, and the weather we were getting when I arrived was what they called a “heat wave,” even if it was only in the mid-seventies), I realized I missed my cabin.