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Once her breathing had evened out, she turned to face me. “That,” she said, her eyes sparkling, “was incredible.” She grabbed my face and kissed me. “I usually don’t like oral.”
I froze and my stomach bottomed out. How was that possible?
“But you’re some kind of expert.”
Now that was the best compliment I’d probably ever received. Fuck my diplomas. I wanted that matted, framed, and hung on my office wall.
But I diverted my thoughts back to her comment about not liking oral. Who had she been with? Idiots who couldn’t properly worship her gorgeous pussy? I inhaled, ready to railagainst them, but stopped when I realized that one of those idiots was my brother.
“You are now my favorite meal. Get used to it, because I’m going to be eating you every day.”
She laughed and cupped my cheek. “I wish. But we should talk.”
Fuck. My heart sank.
“I think that—well, maybe.” She studied me for a moment, worrying her lip. “We don’t need to confine this to one night. Maybe we can keep having fun.”
My heart soared. Fuck yes. My cock also got the memo, hardening against her stomach with the need to be inside her again.
“Until we go back to Maine.”
The damn floating organ plummeted back to earth. Oh shit.
“Enjoy each other for the weekend?”
She was so sweet and hopeful. It was impossible to say no, even if I wanted a hell of a lot more than a weekend.
She walked her fingers down my abdomen, then wrapped that warm hand around my length, making it a lot harder to focus.
I did the math. It was early Saturday morning. We were due to fly home on Sunday at ten. Which gave me approximately thirty-two hours to show Lila how much more I could give her. Prove to her that a weekend would never be enough.
And I was up for that challenge.
Chapter 24
Owen
I’d missed this place. The city, my office, my apartment, my friends. But we needed to get back to Lovewell today. I had yet to sleep, but as the sky was turning from the darkest shade of blue and the sun was just peeking over the horizon, I poured coffee from the fresh pot into a mug and wandered out to the balcony to watch the sun rise over the harbor.
DiLuca had built this high-rise about seven years ago. Enzo owned the penthouse, but my unit was two floors below. It was too big for just me, but it faced due east, giving me a view of the harbor, the Tobin Bridge, and the most spectacular sunrises. It was clean and modern, and though it was a bit sparse, I was proud of it. It had been my first real adult home. Enzo and I boxed in an old gym a few blocks down the street, and the restaurant on the street level always saved me a seat at the bar when I needed dinner.
When I’d arrived in this city at eighteen, I’d had no clue what I was in for. I’d spent most days feeling overwhelmed.Early on, I’d gotten off at the wrong subway stops and gotten lost frequently. My mother had been hysterical when I’d made the decision to go to school here, but I was determined.
And somewhere along the way, I’d fallen in love with the city. I bused tables at a fancy restaurant in Back Bay and eventually worked my way up to bartending. I’d get off work around one and then go out for late-night pizza slices with my coworkers before crashing for a few hours and getting up to go to class the next day.
I smiled at the memories. I’d come a long way. And until a few weeks ago, I would have said I was really happy. But then I met Lila.
And it had become clear that I was missing one big thing in my life. Her.
I’d never longed for a girlfriend or a wife—some nameless, faceless idea of a person to fill a void. When I met a woman I liked and had things in common with, I dated, and I was single when it suited me.
I didn’t want a girlfriend.
I didn’t want a wife.
I wanted Lila.
Only her.
