Page 73 of Billionaire's Coastal Haven

My first instinct is to ignore the compliment and convince myself he’s high on his orgasm and doesn’t mean what he’s saying.

But it’s not the first time he’s praised me. He calls me beautiful and sexy. He didn’t give up when I told him we couldn’t be together.

This. Man. Wants. Me.

More than just tonight, if I interpret his words and actions correctly.

My body tingles with excitement that just maybe Landon and I will be more than notches in each other’s bedposts.

He kisses me sweetly. “I’ll be right back.” He slips into the bathroom and disposes of the condom. When he returns, he has a warm washcloth for me. “Shower or breakfast first?”

“Shower.”

He slips back into the bathroom and turns on the water. When I stand, I’m unsteady on my feet, my thighs and core sore from our activities.

I wrap my arms around Landon’s waist and press a kiss to his spine. “This is amazing.”Can I keep you?is on the tip of my tongue, but I know that’s not a possibility.

I may not be just another woman in another town, but who do I think I am that he’ll stay?

That’s not my destiny.

Landon has obligations and responsibilities around the globe. As much as I hope this is the beginning of a long relationship, I know it won’t be. I will be content with what I get.

I drag him into the shower with me, and we lather, rinse, and repeat until I don’t think my body has another orgasm in it.

I am so spoiled.

We share a simple breakfast of yogurt and fruit. He’s cheesy and adorable, feeding me blackberries from his spoon with a kiss for a chaser.

Afterward, I walk him to the door. “I need to get to work. I have a meeting to prepare for.”

He steps onto the front porch and jiggles his keys like he’s loath to leave. Honestly, I don’t want him to leave either, but real-life calls.

“Dinner later?” he asks.

I drape my arms around his shoulders. “Are you cooking again?”

“I can. What do you want?”

I catch my lip between my teeth. Can I really ask him for what I want? Is it that simple?

His thumb traces the movement and tugs my lip free. “Anything, remember?”

“More of you.”

He smirks and kisses the crinkle in my forehead. “That’s a given.”

“Otherwise, I don’t care.”

“Then I’ll surprise you. What time are you home?”

“I should be done around 5:30.”

“Meet you here at six?”

He leans into me and kisses me breathless before I can answer, but our lips say everything that needs to be said in this moment. His hands remind me what I have to look forward to tonight.

This man is too perfect for words.