Craving You

L.L. wondered if he’d elaborate, finish his story. Silence ensued for a few minutes as he concentrated on her hair.

Then he said, “When I met you at the coffee shop, I was intrigued. Very interested. When I saw you at the club, I was beyond captivated. Completely ensnared. It dawned on me then that I was totally over Renee—that I had been for years, I just hadn’t known it. Until you.”

She stared at him over her shoulder. He gave her a ghost of a grin.

“That’s an incredibly beautiful thing to say,” she told him.

“Loralai,” he said, his tone steady, genuine. “I think we’re meant for more than just this night. More than just this week.”

Her heart swelled. Could he really be feeling the same thing she was?

Was Tague falling in love, too?

“In fact,” he continued, “we should talk about—”

“Shh,” she interjected. And pressed her lips to his. Then she said, “Let’

s not talk anymore.” This was all unexpected, yes. New and exciting. But still tenuous. L.L. had no desire to fray delicate strings. They needed to be strengthened first. “Take me to bed, Tague. Make love to me. Repeatedly.”

Her devilishly handsome attorney didn’t present an argument.

Tague made love to her twice in the morning as well, since L.L. insisted she wasn’t sore. He had his doubts, but couldn’t resist temptation. L.L. naked and wanting him was the equivalent of winning the biggest of cases—even gaining his father’s approval for the Tokyo office. Though, perhaps, the scales tipped a bit more in her favor.

There was no escaping the indisputable fact that he was more than just attracted to her, more than just spellbound by her flirty looks, sassy attitude and sexy body. His feelings ran deeper than that. So much deeper.

He couldn’t recall ever experiencing this welcomed anchoring sensation in the pit of his stomach—a powerful emotion that assured him they belonged together. That they stabilized each other, complemented each other, fulfilled each other. And that made Tague eager to discuss the future with her.

But he let L.L. sleep after their last go-round while he showered and dressed. He ordered room service and she stirred at the smell of strong coffee and joined him in the dining room. She dropped a kiss on his forehead, then took the seat next to him and dug in.

“I’m starving,” she said between forkfuls of a fluffy, fully loaded omelet.

“I’m not surprised. That hearty appetite of yours isn’t just for food.” He winked.

She swallowed down a sip of coffee and told him, “I will admit, I literally cannot get enough of you.”

He grinned. “That’s an incredibly beautiful thing to say.”

Swatting playfully at him, she said, “Smartass.”

He kissed her. Then asked, “So what’s on your agenda for the day?”

“Mm. Got a call from Chip. He wants to meet with me later this morning. Business. Would you be interested in going with me?”

“Sure. Need me to consult?”

“Not exactly. Something I want you to see.”

This piqued his curiosity. “New designs?”

“It’s a surprise. Chip’s bringing champagne.”

“So, a really good surprise.”

“The best.” She kissed him. Then went back to work on her breakfast.

They checked out of the hotel and Tague’s driver took them to the address L.L. provided. She all but vibrated in the seat next to him, but wouldn’t spill the beans on whatever had her teeming with excitement.

They pulled into a parking lot where Chip’s Zagato was already parked, along with a Lexus SUV. They joined Chip and two other men at the entrance of a well-maintained building.