Page 2 of Weekend Temptation
“Sneaking out?”
Caught red-handed.Just her luck.Not even able to sneak out after the hottest sex of her life.Figures.
“No...Just...uh...just getting dressed.”
“So that you could sneak out.”There was a hint of a grin on Derek’s face.
Abbie stayed silent.He wasn’t wrong, but she didn’t want to admit it.
“You know, it’s rude to not even say good morning.”The grin got wider.
“I didn’t want to wake you.”She stood and tried again to grab her shirt, but he again pulled it out of reach.
“A man could get the wrong idea, seeing you sneaking out half dressed.Like maybe he did something wrong.”
“Oh, no, no.No.”
“So...no?”Derek climbed off the bed and stalked toward her.
She backed up and watched the sheets around his waist slide away.Abbie swallowed hard when she saw the black boxers that did very little to hide his morning erection.
Heat bloomed low in her body, and she backed up even faster, her words tumbling out.“You didn’t do anything wrong.You did...a lot of things right.It’s just...I should get home, change, get ready for the last day of the convention.”Abbie bumped into a chair and went flying.
Strong arms surrounded her and kept her from hitting the floor.
She stared up into ocean-blue eyes and knew if she stayed, she would be ruined forever.There would just be no way for anyone to compete.If she were honest with herself, she was already dancing along the edge of falling for this man.Derek was handsome, funny, and kind.A lot of people underestimated the impact of kindness.The conversation last night flowed easily, and the sex had been earth-shattering.
But that was just a fantasy.It wouldn’t work between them, with his life in the spotlight and her desire to not live a life under scrutiny from strangers.
Derek leaned down to whisper, “The last day of the convention was yesterday.”
Abbie shivered as his breath caressed her ear.“Right.”It had been a small convention, in terms of size; the first one put on by a new company, and it had run from Wednesday to Friday.Which was yesterday.
She backed into a wall, the red and gold wallpaper rubbing against her bare skin.Derek boxed her in with his arms, his hips dangerously close to hers.She felt his chest rise and fall against hers, the thin fabric of her bra doing very little work as a barrier.She ached for him, which was insane.They’d spent some time together during the convention and one night together.Abbie needed to get a grip.
“You could stay.”
The impulse and temptation to relive the previous night was almost too good to pass up.Oh no, stay strong.“What?”
“Stay.With me, for the weekend.”
There was no way he was serious.“What exactly are you proposing?”
A devilish smile crossed Derek’s face, and as he trailed a hand up her hip, fire ignited under her skin.“It’s a long holiday weekend.If you don’t already have plans, I’m thinking four days of no-strings fun.Food, drinks if you want them, and more of what we did last night.A lot more of it…if you’re up for it.”He raised an eyebrow.
Oh, she was up for the challenge.Even though she knew it was a terrible idea.
Four days of no-strings, no-holds-barred fun, and even more of the best sex of her life with one of the hottest men in the world?There had to be a catch.
“You don’t have plans for the holiday weekend?”
Derek shook his head.“My plans fell through earlier this week.”He maneuvered his leg between hers, his thigh pressed against her just enough to tease.She almost whimpered.“What do you think?You, me, and a weekend of sin.”
Abbie bit her lip.It was tempting, so very tempting.“And after the weekend?”
“Then we go our separate ways.”
Abbie was quiet for a few moments.She didn’t need to be back at the office until Wednesday, having had the almost prophetic foresight to take off the Tuesday after Memorial Day.There was nobody waiting for her at her one-bedroom apartment, and there was no airline ticket to have to rebook, because the convention had been an hour and a half train ride from home.
This was an insane idea.She was crazy for even considering it.
Derek smiled again, his thigh still between her legs, hand on her hip.He brushed his thumb against the bare skin just above her skirt.She shivered.
Then she remembered the electricity she’d felt every time they’d brushed against each other last night at the bar, and how her heart had fluttered every time he smiled.How his lips had felt against her skin just a few hours ago.
Any shred of self-control she might have had unraveled.
What’s the worst that could happen?Chafing?
“I’m in.”
