Chapter 11

Vincent broke our kiss, and I whined in protest, trying to pull him back. He chuckled, a deep sound, then stepped away. When I reached for him, he took my hand and tugged. He grabbed the small plastic bag from the counter where he must have left it, then gave me a pointed look.

“How about we take this to your bedroom?” It was barely a question and I was eager to comply.

I didn’t waste any time, just led Vincent into the hall and up the stairs. There were only two bedrooms. The guestroom was small and sparsely decorated, and I always kept the door closed. The master was on the left, and Vincent glanced that way before he nudged me through the doorway. He didn’t bother shutting it. Instead, he crossed right to the bed, tossed his bag on the mattress, then reached for me.

“Take this off,” he murmured even as he pulled at the hem of my T-shirt. “I want to see you.”