Page 184 of My Rules

And now I get him all to myself for an entire week. I smile as I keep zipping up my suitcase.

Things couldn’t be going any better.

Before he left this morning, he thought I was asleep. I could feel him looking me over as he lay beside me. He pulled the blankets up over me and tucked me in before softly kissing my forehead and whispering for me to have a good day.

My heart.

I knew we’d get along because of how strong our friendship is, but the physical side of us has blown me away. I never dreamed it would be this good or that he would be so tuned in to what my body needs.

To be honest, I don’t know if it’s because I haven’t been with someone for so long or because I’ve just never had this level of connection before.

It feels different.

Like a storybook kind of swoony, the feelings I’ve been searching for.

Have a good day. I hear his whispered words again as they play in my head, and I glance at my watch.

Two hours until I get to see him.

The Porsche pulls up out front, and from my place at the window, I bounce up and down. I race back into the kitchen and check myself out in the reflection of the oven.

Knock, knock.

“Come in,” I call.

The door opens, and there he stands, all six foot three of heavenly man. He gives me a slow, sexy smile. “There she is.”

“Hi.” I beam.

“Hi.” He steps forward and takes me into his arms. His lips gently take mine. “Are you ready for Cancún?”

“I am.” I smile as his lips drop to my neck. His hands go to my behind, and he drags me onto him. “Stop doing that, or we are going to miss our plane,” I murmur as he gets rougher with his neck kissing.

“I’m just getting you ready for the plane.”

I giggle as I try to pull out of his arms. “I don’t need to be turned on for a plane ride, Blake.”

“I need my girl turned on all the time.”

My eyes meet his.

His girl.

A thrill of excitement rushes through me. I really need to get a handle on this fangirling; it’s getting out of hand.

“My bags are here.” I grab my suitcase, and he takes it off me. “Anything else?”

“Nope.” I grab my handbag and follow him out the door. “Did you water your plants?” I ask as we walk to his car.

“Yes, Mom, did you?” He smirks as he puts my suitcase in the trunk.

“Yes, Dad.”

We smile stupidly at each other, as if this is the best thing that ever happened to us.

Maybe it is.

We get into the car, and he grabs my hand and puts it on his thick quad muscle as he drives. He chats away, and every now and then, he mindlessly picks up my hand and kisses my fingertips while I try my hardest to act cool.

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