never leave the room” -he kissed me- “or I’ll send you to the spa and do whatever else you want.”
“Tempting,” I murmured, tracing my fingers along his jaw. “Why don’t we go to your cottage here instead?”
He frowned. “I may not be back for the weekend, Lia. I don’t want to leave you alone here.”
“I won’t be alone. I have Stephanie and Darren.”
“Maybe your sister would like to see you. She does live in London, you know.”
“Wow.” I laughed. “When did you turn into my mother?”
A sharp squeeze at my waist made me flinch. “I see your smart mouth also made the journey across the Atlantic.”
“It’s a package deal, Holden.”
Uncoiling a bit from his annoyance, Alastair kissed me firmly. “We could get married this weekend,” he said, playing with my hair. “Have a civil ceremony at Islington Town Hall. It would be just the two of us.”
The thought left me breathless. Every cell in my body, from my toes to the tips of my fingers, hummed with anticipation. Images of us exchanging vows and spending the entire weekend blissfully alone and entwined with each other filled my mind. It was perfect. It was…
“My family will kill me,” I blurted.
Alastair raised an eyebrow. “Not if I have anything to say about it. Besides, they’ll get over the shock. We’ll have a massive party back in the States. That’s why everyone has a wedding anyway, right? For the party.”
“But don’t we need, like, paperwork and licenses? And witnesses? We can’t just walk in and—”
He kissed me quiet and essentially halted all talk of eloping. “You really need to do something about this habit of overthinking.” The smile in his eyes and on his lips sealed the deal for me.
“Fine. You’re right.” I tugged on his tie. “Is there a reason why you’re still in CEO mode at home? I mean, the suits are hot and stuff but it’s well past quitting time.”
“There’s no rest for the wicked.” He smirked. “Would you rather I sat here naked?”
I slung my arms around his neck and grinned. “It would be an improvement.”
“Cheeky.” He felt his way down my body. “We do have some unfinished business to attend to, don’t we?”
Capitalizing on his softened mood and flirty playfulness, I nuzzled into his neck, kissing his warm skin and enjoying the low groans vibrating in his throat. “That depends.”
“On what?”
I loosened his tie and slid it off his neck. “Did you think about me all day?”
Yearning filled what little space there was between us as he knotted his fingers through my hair. We were so close our mouths nearly touched. “Trying to turn the tables on me, kitten? If I remember correctly, it was
you
who had all the thinking to do.”
The gentle but firm tug he gave my hair resonated deep within me. A little smile pulled at his mouth when I tried to move.
“I have you just where I want you, Lia. Tell me” -he nipped at my bottom lip- “every thought that crossed your mind.”
I’d have figured by this point in our relationship I’d be a little more immune to his level of seduction but I wasn’t and he knew it. If that satisfied grin on his face wasn’t so damn hot I’d have been able to form some sort of response. Leveling a dangerously sexy stare at me, he wet his lips.
“Are you going to tell me?”
“I’m going to show you,” I replied in a much lower, much more seductive tone than I normally used. Alastair’s grin grew larger but he wouldn’t loosen his grip on me.
“Fancy a shag on the desk, do you?” He pulled on my hair again. “I’d rather you come to my office building for that.” He sucked on my earlobe, making me squirm with pleasure. “I’ll spread you out on my big desk and have you for lunch. I do like the way you taste.”
An animalistic, guttural moan rushed out of my mouth so hard I clutched onto the back of the chair. I swear, his level of sexy should be illegal.
“Is my kitten enjoying herself?” he asked,