“For God’s sake, get it out, Kim.” He mentally slapped himself down; this was no time for impatience.
She took a big breath and said in a rush, “I think we should go away together and have lots and lots of sex and get it out of our system.”
He felt a frown tugging his brows together. “How much sex is that going to take?”
“I don’t know. You’re the experienced one. But I thought we could go away for a weekend and—”
“Have sex.” His dick twitched again.
“Exactly,” she said.
He wasn’t sure he liked the idea. She was still so sure that they could go back to being friends and everything would be rosy. But he had to admit that he liked this idea better than the avoidance technique she’d used so far. Maybe his plan to keep her close until she realized she couldn’t live without him was working, except she’d decided to put a time limit on the relationship.
A weekend.
It would take him a hell of a lot longer than a weekend to get enough of her. More like a lifetime.
“So we go away together?” That part sounded good. “Any ideas where?” She’d obviously been thinking this through.
“Jess was supposed to be on a job next weekend. In Scotland. I thought we could go instead.”
So this was Jess’s idea. He knew the place. It was owned by a friend of his and was miles from anywhere, secluded, luxurious, perfect. And he’d wanted to visit again. The place might be for sale soon, and he was interested.
“Will you be back from New York by then?” she asked. “We could move it to the following weekend.”
Hell no.
“I’ll make sure I’m back.” She wouldn’t meet his eyes, and he patted the seat beside him. “Come and sit down for a moment.” She hesitated. “Come on, Kim, you’re safe. I’m leaving in a few minutes. Even I can’t ravish you in that time.”
She perched on the edge of the seat beside him. He reached out and looped her hair behind her ear, stroked the soft skin of her cheek, and her lashes fluttered closed.
“Is this what you want?” he asked.
She blinked. “I want us to be friends again.”
“I’m still your friend. I’ll always be your friend.”
“But it’s not the same. There’s this thing between us, and it looms over everything. I can’t look at you without—”
“Without remembering how good it felt when I was inside you? Yeah, I’m having that problem as well.”
“You are?” Her gaze flicked down over his body to settle on his groin. Jake shifted in his seat, his pants suddenly way too tight. “So you think it will work? We’ll have our fill of each other and then go back to being just friends.”
Of course it wouldn’t work. But he offered a small smile. “Well, I’m willing to give it my best go. And if it doesn’t, then we’ll come up with something else. Now kiss me good-bye.”
She leaned into him, and her lips brushed over his. She smelled of lemon soap and clean, fresh woman, and he groaned. His hands went to her waist, and he leaned back against the cushions, dragging her with him so she straddled his hips. He pressed her ass so she rested against his dick. Then he took her mouth in a fierce kiss. He wanted her to remember this during the week to come. He wanted her to think about them together. Dream about them together.
Kim wrapped her hands around the back of his neck and pulled him deeper into the kiss. She stroked his tongue with hers as her breasts pushed against his chest.
He was hot and hard, and he could hear a buzzing in his ears. The goddamn doorbell. Again. He had to go.
“That’s my car for the airport.”
Chapter Fourteen
Friday afternoon and Jake wasn’t back. He’d phoned at lunchtime—early morning over there, she supposed—and told her he was on his way. So where was he?
She couldn’t check his flight arrival because he was in the company plane, which didn’t come up on the listings. She thought about phoning Margie, but then she might seem pathetic.
Hell, she was pathetic.
She was in one of the cubicles, working on Internet searches again. She wished she was out somewhere, doing something interesting enough to take her mind off the weekend ahead.
She didn’t mind admitting—to herself at least—that she was nervous. She’d spent weekends with Jake before—he’d taken her diving and skiing. But this was different. He’d never taken her for wild, torrid sex before. No one had.
What if she was no good? It would be horrid and awkward and she’d feel like a failure and…
On the other hand, what if it was too good…?
She banged her head on the desk to knock some sense into her brain.