Page 93 of Swept Away
“Do you think that will ever happen?”
“No.”
“You mean now or ever?” I ask, and his expression becomes guarded.
He gives me a thoughtful look while pondering his answer.
“It’s too early to tell.”
“Hmm…” I murmur, tipping my eyes down.
“Will you be leaving again?” I ask, dragging my eyes up.
His eyes sparkle with hunger again.
“You mean Carter and I?”
“Yes.”
“Yes, we will.
“When?”
He shrugs.
“Sometime next week.”
My insides suddenly collapse.
My shoulders slump too.
“Is that a problem?” he asks, his question concealing a small trap.
“No. I mean, yes.”
He’s waiting for me to continue, his arm braced against the wall, his other hand touching my naked body gently, creating twisters of pleasure.
“What would you like from us, Gemma?”
“A little predictability.”
His eyes come to my face, his hand resting on my hip.
“What kind of predictability would you like?”
“I need to know when you’re coming and how long you’ll be gone. Stuff like that.”
“It’s hard to know all that.”
“Hmm…” I say, looking down again, disliking his answer.
He slides his finger under my chin and tilts my face up.
“We’re working when we’re away, Gemma,” he says sincerely. “It’s not that we’re pulling away from you to hurt your feelings.”
“I know,” I say stoically, although emotions gnaw at my chest. “I never thought it would be an issue.”
“We never thought it would be a problem, too,” he says, faintly smiling. “We’ve missed you all this time. We couldn’t wait to get back. And it wasn’t only about the fucking. We had a great time, yeah? We fucking did. But we missed being with you.”
