“Have you thought about my offer, Calliope?” He grazes my lower back with his fingertips, barely dusting against my skin.
But it’s more than enough to trigger memories of that night. Those few stolen moments where we caved to our primal desires.
Brain, will you stop thinking about that night? It’s not happening again. At least not with me in the role of heroine. Ally likely will have a run at it later, though.
That intoxicating caress pauses, but Keegan doesn’t remove his hand from the small of my back. “And?”
“Are you sure you wouldn’t rather take someone else? Someone you can get snookered with and have a few nights of crazy sex? Forget it all when you hit the Rhode Island border?”
I expect a snort of laughter or an embarrassed chuckle. I get neither. Instead, Keegan steps closer, wrapping his arm around my waist, his breath tickling my ear. “Has it ever occurred to you that I asked you for that very reason?”
The bark of laughter flies from my lips. What an ass. “Oh, I get it. I’m your shag for the weekend.”
Keegan returns my chuckle, but his grip remains firm. “Obviously. I have high standards.”
“Are you sure about that?”
“I’m turning over a new leaf. So, are you coming? Do I have to beg?”
“Begging might be fun.” I’m maintaining a cool facade, a lighthearted exchange. But internally, my hormones are firing on all cylinders, and it’s getting harder to breathe the longer his firm body is pressed against mine.
“Calli, I’ll make you a promise. You go with me, and you won’t have to beg for anything. I’ll give you anything you want. As many times as you want it.”
Holy hell, it’s hot in this coffee shop. I run my hand along the back of my neck as Keegan’s low chuckle sounds in my ear.
The bastard. Getting me all hot and bothered and enjoying every second.
Flipping around to face him, I plant my hands on my hips, skewing my mouth to the side. “How can I say no to an offer like that? I’ll go.”
His eyes light up as a smile crosses his face. “You will?”
It’s funny. There’s something so endearing in his expression, hiding just beneath his flirtatious exterior. That underbelly of his personality will be my downfall.
“Absolutely. You’ve got yourself a date for the wedding and a girlfriend for the weekend.”
Keegan leans in, pressing a kiss to my cheek. It’s quick and unexpected and damn near knocks my world off-kilter. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” I mumble, struggling to recover. “I’m looking forward to it, although you are obligated to tell me all your deep, dark secrets while we’re there.”
“Can’t wait,” Keegan chuckles, grabbing our coffee and leading us to a table.
Time to finalize the logistics. My organizational nature needs the details. “It’s for three days?”
“Three days and two nights. Think you can stand me for that long?”
I tap my finger against my chin before shooting him a grin. “It won’t be easy, but I’ll make an effort. A mix of dressy and casual clothes, I assume?”
“There’s the rehearsal dinner and the wedding, so dressy for those. But beyond that, wear what’s comfortable.”
“So, some lacy lingerie would be appropriate?”
I’m joking, but it’s totally worth it to watch his jaw slacken with surprise. In his defense, he has impressive recovery time. “Isn’t it always?”
I chuckle, sipping my coffee. I can let it lie or push the envelope. I’m in the mood for pushing. “No, sir. Lacy lingerie must be saved for the most special of occasions. Do you think this qualifies?”
A muscle jumps in Keegan’s jaw as his gaze flits around the room. I love that I have the ability to unnerve him, if only for a moment. “I’ll make sure that it does. You’re bringing it now. Case closed.”
“I am? Really?”
“You are the one who mentioned it. Besides, I’m sure we could find some uses for it.”
My cheeks flame, but for once, I don’t feel so bad. He’s blushing, too. “Wouldn’t want to put you out any.”
“Not at all. I insist. Bring it along. It will look great decorating the floor of the hotel room.”
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