His eyes rake over me with a heat that has no business being legal before coffee.
“You were taking a while,” he says like it’s the most obvious thing in the world, like we do this every Sunday morning.“I figured I’d check on you.”
I try not to gawk.
Fail.Miserably.
Did I already say he’s totally naked?
Like cover-of-a-romance-novel naked.
No towel.No shame.
Just glorious skin and muscles, black ink trailing down golden arms, and that devil-may-care confidence that should be annoying—but somehow makes me want to crawl up his body and kiss every part of him I missed last night.
And God, there’s a lot I missed.
He tilts his head, watching me with those dark, knowing eyes.
“You okay, Angel?See something you like?”
“I’m fine.”My voice squeaks.“Just brushing my teeth.”
To prove it, I pick up the toothbrush and hold it like Exhibit A.
“You sure?”he asks, his tone gentler now.
“Yes.No.I don’t know.”I sigh and wave him off.“I’m just going to shower and get home.Is that okay?”
“Yeah.That’s okay.”
I wait.He doesn’t move.
“Well, then why are you still here?”I ask, more irritated with myself than with him.
His mouth twitches.
“Because I’m coming with you.”
I blink.“What?”
He doesn’t answer.
He just closes the distance between us with predator grace, takes the toothbrush from my hand, and sets it down without breaking eye contact.
“I’m not letting you run out of here thinking last night was just sex,” he says.“It wasn’t.”
“I didn’t say that,” I whisper.
“You didn’t have to.”
He leans forward and kisses my forehead, then he takes my discarded toothbrush drops some more toothpaste on it and shoves it in his mouth.
My jaw drops as he continues to move past me, brushing his teeth, while he opens the shower door and turns the water on.
A second later, steam billows out, and he nods for me to go in while he returns to the sink to spit and rinse.
Like he owns the place.
