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on my auto-responders before I lost the internet. The only thing I cared about this weekend was Jagger.
It didn’t matter that this was a bad time, juggling all the work stuff, I had to come. It wasn’t fair to expect Jagger to always come to me. He’d done the all the heavy lifting so far travel-wise. The butterflies in my stomach were going crazy. Seeing him was always exciting, a stolen moment, but being on his turf scared me. It could change everything. What if against this backdrop, he didn’t see me the same way? If I didn’t fit in his life? I’d never done a long distance relationship before. I shouldn’t have anything to worry about, but as I walked through the airport, my belly clenched with doubt.
I got lost trying to find baggage claim, I was in such a daze. Jagger waited for me at the bottom of the escalator. It took everything I had not to push through the people ahead of me to get to him. He pulled me into his arms as soon as he could reach me. People bumped into us, muttering, but I didn’t care. My lips were on his, and immediately I knew I was where I belonged.
“You’re brave,” I said when we stopped kissing. It was funny, I knew every inch of his body, but distance had dulled my senses. The electricity surprised me every time as it flowed between us, threatening to become something dangerous if left unchecked. “This is scary.”
Jagger cocked his head, confused. “What are you talking about? You travel all the time.” We walked to the baggage carousel hand in hand. “Unless you’re afraid of flying. Is that why I had such a hard time getting you down here?”
“No, it’s not that. You were always going to something unknown. It’s...” I stopped to grab my bag. Jagger beat me to it. I was pretty flustered. “Everything’s always been on my terms. What if—“
He took my face in his hands and kissed me before I had a chance to finish my thought. “You’re kind of a control freak.” He smiled against my lips. His voice was low and husky. “And I like it.”
I laughed. “Nope. Not this weekend. I completely surrender to you.”
“I like that even better.” We were close enough that his erection was obvious against my belly. “You won’t be sorry.”
The sunshine kissed my skin as soon as we got outside. I had to be careful, in paradise with this man, I could easily become addicted. And my life was somewhere else...
Stop it, I told myself. See where the weekend takes you.
Jagger’s car was as sleek and sexy as he was. I peeked in before getting inside. The backseat was tiny. “Damn. No room for a quickie.”
“It wouldn’t be a quickie, Leah.”
Everything inside me fluttered. The current was different on Jagger’s turf. Much more sensual, like either of us had been able to think of anything else since we’d last seen each other. Or we were trying to distract ourselves from the truth.
He took me to a restaurant on the beach. Palm trees shaded the outdoor deck, with sand below us, and the ocean going on forever. It was beautiful. Almost as beautiful as my host. Sunglasses pushed his long hair away from his face. His shoulders were broader than I remembered, and his T-shirt strained against his muscles. This was the place he belonged. So many things made sense now.
“We’ll be eating out a lot,” he said when we sat down. “I can’t cook like you do.”
“Let’s pick up some stuff. I’d love to cook for you at your house.” Jagger was the only person who ate my cooking willingly. I was cursed with a love of cooking and stuck in a sea of picky eaters. And cooking for him, in his kitchen, made it mine in a way. I wanted that. To leave my mark, like scraping my fingernails down his chest.
His dark eyes glittered in the sunlight. “I’d like that.” No one ever did anything for Jagger.
Everyone around us was in sweaters and sweatshirts, but this was a heatwave for me. And I planned on taking advantage of it. I shrugged out of my sweater. My arms
It didn’t matter that this was a bad time, juggling all the work stuff, I had to come. It wasn’t fair to expect Jagger to always come to me. He’d done the all the heavy lifting so far travel-wise. The butterflies in my stomach were going crazy. Seeing him was always exciting, a stolen moment, but being on his turf scared me. It could change everything. What if against this backdrop, he didn’t see me the same way? If I didn’t fit in his life? I’d never done a long distance relationship before. I shouldn’t have anything to worry about, but as I walked through the airport, my belly clenched with doubt.
I got lost trying to find baggage claim, I was in such a daze. Jagger waited for me at the bottom of the escalator. It took everything I had not to push through the people ahead of me to get to him. He pulled me into his arms as soon as he could reach me. People bumped into us, muttering, but I didn’t care. My lips were on his, and immediately I knew I was where I belonged.
“You’re brave,” I said when we stopped kissing. It was funny, I knew every inch of his body, but distance had dulled my senses. The electricity surprised me every time as it flowed between us, threatening to become something dangerous if left unchecked. “This is scary.”
Jagger cocked his head, confused. “What are you talking about? You travel all the time.” We walked to the baggage carousel hand in hand. “Unless you’re afraid of flying. Is that why I had such a hard time getting you down here?”
“No, it’s not that. You were always going to something unknown. It’s...” I stopped to grab my bag. Jagger beat me to it. I was pretty flustered. “Everything’s always been on my terms. What if—“
He took my face in his hands and kissed me before I had a chance to finish my thought. “You’re kind of a control freak.” He smiled against my lips. His voice was low and husky. “And I like it.”
I laughed. “Nope. Not this weekend. I completely surrender to you.”
“I like that even better.” We were close enough that his erection was obvious against my belly. “You won’t be sorry.”
The sunshine kissed my skin as soon as we got outside. I had to be careful, in paradise with this man, I could easily become addicted. And my life was somewhere else...
Stop it, I told myself. See where the weekend takes you.
Jagger’s car was as sleek and sexy as he was. I peeked in before getting inside. The backseat was tiny. “Damn. No room for a quickie.”
“It wouldn’t be a quickie, Leah.”
Everything inside me fluttered. The current was different on Jagger’s turf. Much more sensual, like either of us had been able to think of anything else since we’d last seen each other. Or we were trying to distract ourselves from the truth.
He took me to a restaurant on the beach. Palm trees shaded the outdoor deck, with sand below us, and the ocean going on forever. It was beautiful. Almost as beautiful as my host. Sunglasses pushed his long hair away from his face. His shoulders were broader than I remembered, and his T-shirt strained against his muscles. This was the place he belonged. So many things made sense now.
“We’ll be eating out a lot,” he said when we sat down. “I can’t cook like you do.”
“Let’s pick up some stuff. I’d love to cook for you at your house.” Jagger was the only person who ate my cooking willingly. I was cursed with a love of cooking and stuck in a sea of picky eaters. And cooking for him, in his kitchen, made it mine in a way. I wanted that. To leave my mark, like scraping my fingernails down his chest.
His dark eyes glittered in the sunlight. “I’d like that.” No one ever did anything for Jagger.
Everyone around us was in sweaters and sweatshirts, but this was a heatwave for me. And I planned on taking advantage of it. I shrugged out of my sweater. My arms
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