“Tell me that you haven’t been feeling this pull between us. Tell me that I’m the only one who feels this, and I’ll get up and walk away. I’ll even call a lawyer myself and have our marriage dissolved by tomorrow.”
Oh, God, I want to tell him that I haven’t felt it, that I don’t know what he’s talking about, but I do. I’ve felt it since the moment we met. A pull toward him, like the universe had tied a string between us, linking us together. But I never knew he felt it. “You can’t. I know you can’t, because it’s been there since the beginning.”
“We got married. Married. That’s more than us just dating and seeing how things go, Dillon.”
“Yep, and now it will take a lot more than you just walking away to get rid of me.”
“What is that supposed to mean?” I frown.
“You date all the damn time, baby. I’ve seen you run men off for not wearing the proper socks or for parting their hair the wrong way.”
“Excuse me?” I have never done that, not once. Okay, yes, I’m a little picky, but what woman isn’t?
“Just saying, it will be a lot harder for you to drop me, now that you have my last name.”
“You’re crazy,” I breathe, and his face moves close enough that his lips brush mine.
“No, I’ve finally got you where I want you.” He grins, and my heart rate speeds up.
“Fine, if you want to see how this goes, I’m going to pretend like we didn’t get married and that we are just dating.”
“We are married.”
“Not in my head we’re not,” I grouch, and his nostrils flare. “I’d like to remind you that you think I’m crazy and don’t even really like me.” I know I drive him nuts, and that he thinks I’m off my rocker most days, so I don’t understand why he wants to stay married, or why he even married me to begin with. That memory is still fuzzy, but I swear he is the one who insisted we tie the knot after I made a joke about us getting married.
“Oh, I definitely like you.” His finger flicks my clit as his mouth touches mine. “Now, what do you want for breakfast?”
Rubbing my hands down my face in frustration, I mutter, “Pancakes, bacon, and eggs. And coffee, the largest pot they have.”
“Got it.” His fingers slide away and his mouth touches my shoulder before I feel him exit the bed. Pulling my hands from my face, I watch him move across the room to the phone and place the order for our food before he walks to the dresser and opens it, pulling out a pair of boxers.
“No one is supposed to use those dressers,” I inform him, sitting up and noticing his suitcase is nowhere in sight, while mine is still open on the floor in the middle of the room with items scattered out around it.
“Pardon?” His eyes come to me then drop to my breast. Rolling my eyes, I tuck the sheet under my arms and nod toward the dresser.
“No one folds their clothes and puts them away in those dressers when they are on a vacation or a trip. Everyone lives out of their suitcase.”
“Says who?”
“I don’t know, everyone.”
Grinning, like he thinks I’m cute, he opens another drawer and pulls out a shirt then steps toward the bed. “You wanna shower with me?”
“No.” I shake my head, even though I really do want to. “I told you, from this moment on, we are just dating. So no more naked anything, and definitely no showering together.”
“If you say so.” He walks to the bathroom, the mirror on the wall across the hall from him allowing me to continue watching him until I get annoyed with myself and pull the pillow from the bed next to me, put it to my face, and scream. Swearing I hear him laugh as I do.
Chapter 2
Ashlyn
“Baby, plane’s landing,” Dillon says into my ear, and my eyes slowly open as my head lifts off his shoulder, where it dropped as soon as the plane left the ground. Putting my feet to the floor, I look around the first class section, watching the flight attendant pick up empty glasses and trash.
“I missed the champagne,” I complain, looking at Dillon. “I told you to wake me up for that part.”
“You were tired. You needed sleep. You can have champagne at home.”
My nose scrunches and I make a gross face, gagging, and mutter, “Ewww no, I hate champagne.”
Chuckling, he leans toward me. “Then why’d you want to drink it now?”
“’Cause we’re in first class. I wanted the full experience.” I shrug. I’ve never flown first class, and I’ve always wondered what it would be like. It’s honestly no different, just bigger seats. Well, plus free champagne, which I didn’t have.