Method

“That’s not how I wanted this to start,” he states as if we were still in mid-conversation. “I’ll never regret it, but…” His eyes zero in on the silk triangle between my thighs, “Jesus, this is how you typically answer the door?”

Opening the door wider to give him a better view, I cock my hip. “You were saying?”

Without hesitation, he scoops me in his arms and kicks the door closed behind him. “After.”

“After?”

“After I do the hundred things that I want to do to you before I can complete that sentence.”

Claiming my mouth, he sweeps me away in his hungry kiss. Thoroughly seduced, he allows little space between us once he’s taken his fill, his warm breath tickling my lips when he speaks, “I leave at six tonight, not nearly enough time.”

We grin at each other as he slowly walks me into the living room. Eyes intent on mine, he carries me easily. “Mila, you’ve got me going crazy here,” he whispers, “what are you thinking?”

“This is going fast.”

“True,” he agrees, before softly pressing another kiss to my lips, “but I plan on taking it slow this morning. Where is your bedroom?”

The feel of his lips and tongue assault my senses as I lay listless in a dream-like state. We’d been caught up in a mix of sexing, sleeping, and eating since he showed up at my door. Keeping my eyes closed, I thread my fingers in his dark mane as he presses kiss after kiss to my stomach. Smiling, I open my eyes to see him staring at me from where he’s perched above me. His arms bulk with the strain of his weight and I feather my fingers over the mouth-watering curves.

“My car will be here soon.” His expression is grave. “Fuck,” he grumbles. “I don’t want to leave.” Biting his lower lip, he looks down at me thoughtfully. “Come with me.”

My eyes widen. “Come with you to Egypt?”

“Yeah, pack a bag and come with me,” he says with baffling ease.

“Uh, no, I can’t come to Egypt.” He kneels on the bed, and I sit up, pulling the sheet over my exposed breasts. He lowers it with a scowl.

“Why not? Because of work?”

“Yes, well no, I don’t have anything until next week.”

“Great, come with me today, right now.”

“I can’t go to Egypt today.”

He draws his brows. “You have a passport, right? You said you were in France.”

“Yes, I have a passport, but…”

He tugs my legs so I’m trapped beneath him and then cages me in his hold. “Then come with me to Egypt. Just for a week.”

“You’re crazy.”

“We’ve chartered a plane and have plenty of extra seats. You can sit in the one next to me, beauty. We can get to know each other better.”

“In Egypt,” I deadpan.

He chuckles. “Yes, Cairo.”

“You realize how crazy this sounds, right?”

He looks upward as if he’s mulling it over and blows out a heavy breath. “It’s a perk, right? I mean, I can see how it might seem a little nuts, trust me. But if it’s not about losing your job, and you have a passport, what’s the hesitation?”

“Because it’s just…a lot.”

“It seems excessive, yes.” He gives a sharp nod. “But the alternative is shit. I leave you here, we don’t see each other for two months. Maybe this loses its appeal for you. I’m not willing to take that risk. Not with you.”

“You aren’t making this easy.”