Page 31 of Unexpected Love

He kisses my bare shoulder. “Yeah, I’m getting that.” Joe pulls me close. “I really should get up so I can get showered and back to the hotel.”

I reach out and snag my phone off the nightstand to check the time. It’s eight thirty. “Why don’t you shower and I’ll make some coffee and a quick breakfast?”

He pushes me down on my back, settling between my legs. “That sounds good.” Joe kisses my lips slowly. I watch as he climbs out of bed, not missing the massive erection he has. Licking my lips, I watch as he picks his clothes up. “Baby, stop looking at me like that.”

“Sorry, I was just enjoying the view.” I climb out of bed and slip my robe on before making my way toward the kitchen. I hear the shower kick on, and I quickly start a pot of coffee.

By the time Joe comes walking into the kitchen with no shirt on, I’m plating our scrambled eggs and toast. We sit side by side while we eat. Laggie and Ragnar both sit by my feet, upset that I’m not giving them my undivided attention.

When we finish, I want to wrap myself around Joe so he can’t leave, but I know that’s irrational, and he has a life to get back to. Is this it for us? The moment he steps out of my house, am I going to be forgotten?

I shake off those thoughts as I walk with him to my front door. He brushes my hair back from my face and places his lips tenderly on my forehead. “I’ll call you or text you when I get home.”

“Oh, you don’t have to do that. You’re going to be tired.”

He raises a brow at me. “I know I don’t have to, but I want to.” Joe places his lips on mine. The kiss is chaste compared to the others we’ve shared but no less enjoyable. “I had an amazing weekend. I’m going to miss you.”

“I’m going to miss you, too. Be safe.” He kisses me one more time—this kiss is all tongues, teeth, and hair grabbing. When he pulls back, I can’t help but whimper. “Go before I don’t let you leave.”

I watch him walk to his bike and climb on. The rumble of the bike sends a tingle through me, but then a lump forms in my throat as I watch him give me a chin lift and then take off down my street.

In the kitchen, I place my fingers to my lips because they’re still tingling. I begin to clean up the kitchen while I drink my cup of coffee. It doesn’t make sense—why do I feel sad? We barely know each other, he’s seven years younger than me, and we live four hours away from each other. A relationship between us wouldn’t work…right?

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