“Hey, sleepyhead.” Ann entered the room holding a cup of steaming coffee. One she sipped from. Not his apparently. She wore a short pink robe that only reached mid-thigh and brought a rosy flush to her skin. Her hair lay in tangles and her blue eyes looked impossibly bright.
He yawned and sat up, gratified when her gaze slipped to his chest and she blushed. The sheets pooled around his waist, covering the part of him already up and offering her a hearty salute.
“Hey yourself.” He patted her empty spot next to him. “Come join me.” Enchanted by the fairy he desperately wanted to keep, he just stared at her. When she smiled at him with affection in her eyes, his heart dropped at her feet.
She sat next to him, and he took the coffee from her hand. After taking a sip of the super sweet stuff, he grimaced.
She laughed. “It’s my coffee, not yours.”
“Don’t you understand that what’s yours is mine?” He put the coffee on the night stand and tackled her to the bed. Looming over her, he licked his lips. “Part your robe. I’m hungry.”
She stared at him, her eyes wide, and undid her pink belt, letting the robe open. He leaned down and sucked her nipples until she writhed beneath him.
“If you’re hungry,” she said between gasps, “I was going to make breakfast…Oh.”
He’d found what he wanted.
Later, after he’d joined her in an explosive good morning, he smiled down at her. “Breakfast, huh? What did you have in mind? Can’t be better than what I just had.”
And it wasn’t.
He’d planned to take her out to eat, but now sitting at the kitchen table and watching her cook for him was just as good. The domesticity of the scene made him long for more tomorrows waking up next to the sexy redhead—though perhaps cooking classes were in order. “You burned the bacon.”
“Because you keep distracting me. Put that thing away.” She glared at the erection beneath his jeans.
He grimaced as he adjusted himself. “Damn it. It’s not my fault. It’s you.” And that amazing robe. When she shifted, he saw the swell of her breast and the curve of her ass. So fucking hot, his Ann.
“I can’t help being a sex object,” she said with a hint of sarcasm.
“Just like I can’t help if thinking about you gets me hard. I’m serious,” he added when she looked at him with disbelief.
He left his chair and hugged her from behind while she tried to scrape the burned bacon out of the pan. “Even though you can’t cook for squat, you are the sweetest thing.”I’m keeping you.
He felt her laughter. “You already had me. You don’t need to butter me up.”
“Butter. That’s what we need tonight.”
She put the bacon down and turned in his arms to face him. “You wantmoresex?”
“Honey, I have you for another twelve hours. You have to do whatever I want.” He grinned when she stepped back and looked down his body. “Yeah. I’m good for another few rounds at least.”
“Good lord. I don’t think I can handle you.”
“Sure you can. I’m easy.”
She sneered. “That’s what they say.”
He laughed, because Ann trying to sound mean was just…adorable.
“Come on. Let’s eat. I have plans for you.”
Plans that included a day spent at the amusement center in town. Among kids and grown-ups alike, they rode the go-carts, played miniature golf and even fit in two frames of bowling. It seemed only fair that he whipped her ass at the games, considering she fried his two remaining brain cells whenever she smiled. Ann had never been an athlete, but hell, when it came to bed sport, she clearly knew how to win him over.
He didn’t think she tried to be sexy. She simplywas.
After they had messed around and had some lunch, he took her to the Fall Festival downtown. Life in Bend hadn’t changed much since he’d left. The town still had a festival almost every other weekend. But he enjoyed it, especially watching Ann savor a slice of pumpkin pie in a contest she’d entered. Man, she sure could put away her dessert.
Unfortunately, Riley and Maya were among the contest judges.
