“Thanks.” She cranes her neck to the left, then the right. “My neck’s stiff.”
I lean in closer but still don’t touch her, because we’re in a public area of the resort.
“You need to relax. I can help with that.”
“Hmm... yes, you’re good at that,” she says pensively.
“I’m amazing,” I correct her. “You keep telling me that. And you seem to mean it 100 percent.”
She rolls her eyes, blushing. She does say that, repeatedly... in bed. “Fine, you’re amazing. Happy?”
I flash her a grin. “We’re two hours away from of being alone, baby. I’ll show you what makes us both happy then.”
Summer sighs contentedly as she heads toward the conference room where her painting class is taking place. Damn, I don’t want to let this woman go.
Chapter Eighteen
Alex
“Ten more. Go, go, go.”
“You’re enjoying this far too much,” I reply between breaths.
Summer grins, dipping the spoon in the ice-cream box.
“I have to say, watching you do crunches while I eat ice cream just made my top ten guilty pleasures.”
Since we have such limited time together, we steal every moment we can, including my daily training session. Because I don’t need to beef up for a role right now, I exercise using my body weight only, so I’m doing the routine on the floor of my room. Summer sits cross-legged on one of the armchairs, flicking her eyes from my printed training plan in front of her to me.
One day. We just have one more day until the camp’s over. How did this week go by so fast?
“One, and done!” She claps her hands. “Planks are next.”
I laugh, laying back on my elbows. “Don’t I deserve a break?”
“Nope. It says on the plan you’re only supposed to take a break after the planks. I’m doing a favor to women worldwide by not letting you off the hook. We need your lickable hotness to remain that way, gives us all something to drool over. I’m doing this purely on humanitarian grounds. Not because I like to see you sweat and make all kinds of delicious manly sounds.”
The things coming out of this woman’s mouth, I swear. I rise to my feet, stalking toward her.
“Oy, that’s not a plank,” she admonishes as I prop my palms on the armrest, caging her in.
“What are you going to do about it?”
“Keep on like this, and you’re not getting goodbye sex.”
My chest constricts. Fuck, I don’t want to say goodbye. I kiss her hard and deep. Can she feel how much I don’t want to let her go? Does she want this between us to go on as badly as I do? What if this one-week fling was enough for her? And if it wasn’t?
It wouldn’t be fair to her to ask her to put up with all the drama surrounding me.
“Mmm. How can I resist you when you kiss me like that?” she asks when I pull back. She licks on a spoonful of ice cream, which gives me an idea. I dip a finger in it. Summer blinks up at me, watching my lips. But I don’t bring it to my mouth.
“Open your legs, Summer.”
She gasps a little, but immediately shifts in the armchair, opening up, even bunching her dress to give me access.
I bring my hand straight between her legs, push her thong to one side, and drag my finger up and down her entrance.
“Alex! Whoa, that’s cold.”