it. “I’m just trying to be pragmatic. We both know this was supposed to be temporary, and you’ll have forgotten about me long after I’m still thinking about…this week.” She substituted those words at the last moment, not wanting to seem completely ridiculous.
His lips compressed, and he was clearly swinging toward anger. “I’m glad you know me so well. If you know what I’m thinking, then tell me at this minute what’s on my mind.”
She shrugged a shoulder. “I’m not trying to claim I can read your mind.”
“Obviously you can’t, or you’d either be running away or throwing yourself against me.”
She pressed her hand to his abdomen, allowing her fingers to brush gently against his semi-hard cock. It wouldn’t take much to arouse it back to full functionality, as she had quickly learned over the last few days. “Did you have something kinky in mind?”
With a sigh of impatience, he took her hand away from his tempting parts and folded it in his, placing it against his chest and covering it with his larger hand. “I’m trying to have a serious conversation with you here, not get distracted by sex.”
She barely bit back a giggle at his putout expression and grumpy tone. “I’m sorry. I wasn’t trying to distract you with sex.”
Dominic rolled his eyes, looking unconvinced, but he seemed willing to move the conversation forward. Still holding her hand, he twined his fingers through hers. “I don’t want to let you go.”
Her heart softened slightly, but she forced herself to remain focused on practicalities. “I don’t want to let you go either, but my flight is tomorrow. We should really make the most of the time we have left.”
“I’ve been thinking about that.”
She tilted her head slightly in puzzlement. “Thinking about what?”
“Thinking about letting you go, and I’ve decided to keep you.”
She laughed softly. “You can’t just keep someone, Dominic.” Even if they wanted to be kept, and she did with all of her heart.
He cocked a brow in her direction. “You think not?”
She hesitated, uncertain if he was teasing for a moment, or being completely sincere. It was a slightly unnerving reaction, and she pushed aside any hesitation or doubts. “I’m sure you could do whatever you want, and whatever you set your mind to, but we both know I’m leaving tomorrow, and we shouldn’t pretend like that isn’t happening. Unless you prefer it that way? Do you want me to wake up in the morning and slip away quietly while you’re sleeping?”
His lips compressed further. “No, I want you to get on a plane with me, and we’ll fly to Vegas.”
She frowned at him. “That sounds fun, but I have to be back for classes on Monday.”
He grinned at her. “If you really have to be back in time for classes, I’ll make sure you’re home by then. On the other hand, if you’d like to take a few extra days and indulge in a honeymoon, I’d be perfectly fine with that too.”
“I can’t really spare time off school—” She stopped speaking abruptly, and her mouth dropped open in shock as his words penetrated her brain. “Honeymoon? What are you talking about, Dominic?”
He squeezed her hand and wrapped several strands of her hair around his other fingers, which felt like a show of possession. “That usually follows getting married, doesn’t it? Why else do you think I want to go to Vegas?”
She cleared her suddenly dry throat with a raspy cough. “Vegas…for gambling?”
He laughed. “I’d say marriage is about the biggest gamble of all. So do you want to?”
She frowned at him, still having a difficult time comprehending what he was saying. His words had to have another meaning. They just simply did, because she wasn’t equipped to deal with this. “Do I want to what?”
Dominic let out a small sigh, sounding impatient. “Do you want to get married?”
Her mouth gaped open. “We barely know each other.”
He lifted his shoulder in a shrug,