Page 84 of My Turkish Fling
I grabbed the belt of her open bathrobe and yanked her against me. The short silk pajama felt cool against my chest, until I felt her body heat coming through. I buried my face into her neck, inhaling her scent, my lips caressing her collarbone. The things I would do…
“That’s right.” I heard the smile in her voice, punctuated by a sniff. “I need everything you can give me.”
I kissed her, long and deep. It was instant. That hungry, electric crashing of tongues that triggered an erection I couldn’t be seen in public with. The way I craved her was unsettling.
With great effort, I released her. “Well, in that case, I’m going to take a long nap.”
She licked her lips, panting, cheeks rosy and hot. “Whateveryou need. Be my guest.”
And that’s what I was. Her guest.
I’d be more than that, one day. I’d make my fortune and come back. I’d be worthy of her. But I had to make sure she didn’t forget me. I had to give my future self a chance.
I walked away, letting the soft, peachy bathrobe belt slip between my fingers, leaving the end of it resting against the ground as she stood there, arms hanging by her sides, a startled smile on her face.
Chapter 35
Janie
When I stepped out of the car after dropping off Josh, I found Emir at the doorway of my house, waiting for me. He’d changed into another fancy shirt and pants that hugged his tall, perfect form in all the right places. He could have stood at the doorway of a five-star restaurant, waiting to lead me to a table that could only be booked weeks in advance. He would have stood out, though, even if he was surrounded by luxury. In Napier, he glowed like a beacon. I couldn’t have a low-key affair with him, but that didn’t worry me anymore. I didn’t care if everyone and their cousin saw us together and had an opinion on my love life.
But if I truly loved him, I would let him follow his own path.
I’d already done the career thing. I’d exhausted myself; I’d given too much and run myself to the ground, but I’d also achievedsomething. I had clout. I had a house and a piece of land to my name. I understood what it must have felt to have none of that, to not be able to match even the little I’d been able to gather. I’d come across enough male egos to know how fragile they were. As much as I wanted him, I didn’t want to strip him of his pride. If he had to make something of himself first, I had no choice but to let him go.
“Hosgeldiniz,”he said, opening his arms.
I walked straight in, smiling through my tears. I had to stop crying. I couldn’t spend our last night like this, producing copious amounts of snot. I’d already cried more with him than during the last ten years of my life. It was probably a sign of a midlife crisis, but I’d worry about that later.
“What is it?” He whispered as I sniffed against his chest.
“I’m so angry at the universe.” I drew a shaky breath. “The horrible injustice of it all. The timing of us.”
“Do you wish we hadn’t met?”
His dark voice made my chest squeeze even harder, and I pulled myself away to meet his eyes.
“I don’t regret anything about us. I wouldn’t change anything that’s happened.” I sniffed. “I’m crying for me… how lonely I’ll be without you. It hasn’t even happened yet, and it already hurts.”
“We’ll be together one day. We’ll be together for so long you’ll be entirely sick of me.” His smile was sad, yet somehow ebullient.
He pulled me inside the house, locking the door. “Choose the first room.”
“First room?”
“I intend to make love to you in every room of the house. You decide on the order.”
“Seriously?”
His inky eyes told me exactly how serious he was. “I’ll feed you first, though.”
I followed him to the dining room and a high-pitched yelp erupted from my mouth. Every inch of the dining table was filled with food—fruit, nuts, chocolates, pastries, and an array of Turkish delicacies I vaguely remembered from my Middle Eastern tour. He must have brought some of them with him.
“We can’t possibly eat this much!”
“That’s okay. Most of it will keep.”
I popped a roasted almond into my mouth and turned to him. “I think I want to start from this room.”
