The Teacher's Billionaire

she? It wasn’t any declaration of love, not by a long shot. But it did show he cared about her. Right?
    Now isn’t the time to think about it.
“I’m glad you’re finally here. I’ve missed you too.” It was as close to telling him she loved him that she was going to get this weekend.
    Callie moved out of Dylan’s embrace to close the door behind him. “Is there anything particular you want to do this weekend?” Callie picked up his bags, so she could bring them into her bedroom.
    Before she could move he grabbed the bags away from her. “Do you really need to ask?” The heat in his gaze told her exactly what he had in mind.
    Desire and excitement shot through her body. There was no stopping it. “We might need to come up for air at some point,” she said almost not recognizing her own voice. To her ears it sounded sexy and flirtatious. Neither were words she associated with herself.
    “That’s where you serving me pancakes in bed wearing nothing but a smile comes in,” he joked before heading to her bedroom to drop his bags off.
    Did the heat in here just go up?
Just thinking about Dylan’s words set her body on fire. Grabbing a magazine off the table she fanned herself. Was he serious? Even if he was, it wasn’t something she could ever do. She’d never been comfortable being naked, or showing off too much of her body. The one time she’d dared to wear a bikini to the beach, she ended up leaving on her cover up the entire time.
    If he was serious, that told her something, didn’t it? It meant he desired her at least, right? It told her that he was attracted to her. She was certainly drawn to him like a moth to light and not just physically.
    Slowly, Dylan’s eyes opened. Callie’s warm body was tucked up against his, her head resting on his chest. Her dark hair spilling across his bare skin. She was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. And not only beautiful on the outside. During his thirty-five years he’d seen plenty of women who were physically beautiful. That was just window dressing. On the inside they’d been shallow, self-absorbed. Not his Callie.
    His Callie?
When had he started to think of her as his, he wondered.
    “What have I gotten myself into?” he whispered to himself. This thing between them wasn’t permanent. He shouldn’t be thinking of her as his.
    Just because I enjoy spending time with her and making love to her is incredible, his brain paused mid-thought. When had he started to think of it as making love and not sex? Dylan had no idea. Still he thought of it that way with Callie. To say they had sex didn’t do justice to what he experienced with her. It was so much more.
    You’re over thinking it, Talbot. This is just another relationship. Like any other
. “Yeah, right. And the world is flat,” he muttered to himself.
    Next to him he felt Callie stir. “Morning,” she said, her voice gravely with sleep. “How did you sleep?” Callie reached up and placed a gentle kiss on his cheek.
    Damn but he could get used to waking up like this every morning. Bad. Very Bad.
    “Like the dead. You wore me out last night,” he teased. He knew without even looking that she was blushing. Maybe it was cruel but he loved that he could make her blush. “If I’d known how demanding you were going to be I would have had a few Red Bulls before I got here. Or at least a coffee after dinner.”
    Callie punched him in the arm before starting to climb out of bed. “Look who’s talking.”
    Reaching for her arm to pull her back next to him, he asked, “Where are you going?”
    “To make pancakes. Got to make sure I replenish your energy reserves.” She scooted out of his reach and pulled on a long New England Patriots t-shirt.
    Oh, yeah! He could definitely get used to waking up like this everyday.
You’re in big trouble here, Talbot.
    Dylan remained in bed staring at the ceiling. In the kitchen he could hear her moving around, but he stayed under the covers.
You’re digging yourself a hole the size of the Grand Canyon.
Lying in Callie’s bed was perhaps the last place in the world he should be. At the same time it was the only place he wanted to be. When had the situation gotten so complicated? Maybe the night he’d first kissed her in the kitchen. Or had it been that night in Newport when they’d gone out for dinner?
    Face it you were attracted to her the first time you met her, he told himself raking a hand across his face. If he was smart he’d call it