“I’d delete it.”
She lay back down the bed and stared up the ceiling.She was getting too personal and probing into places she didn’t belong.They hadn’t made any promises to each other.Two furtive encounters didn’t make them a couple.
He reached out to take her hand, as if he realized she was feeling sensitive.“It doesn’t matter how many women I’ve been with in the past.The question is, how many women do I want to be with right now?”
“How many?”
“One.”
“Okay,” she said.
“Will you be my girlfriend?”
Her lips curved into a reluctant smile.He sounded like an earnest high school boy talking to his crush.“I’ll think about it.”
He flashed a grin, because it was the same response she’d given when he’d asked her out.He knew she couldn’t resist him, then or now.She’d just proven it with her body.He slid his arm around her waist, pulling her closer.
“You’re overconfident, Hendricks.”
“Hmm.”
He kissed her, and she felt his arousal grow hard against her belly.
She braced her palms on his chest.“What’s wrong with you?”
“What do you mean?”
“How can you want to do it again?”
“Is that a serious question?”
“Yes.”
“I’m capable of more than one round.”
“We’ve gone two rounds already.”
He skimmed his hands down her bare back.“Those were warm-ups.I’ve barely whet my appetite.”
“I can’t have any more orgasms.”
Arching a brow, he stripped the sheet away from her breasts.“Give me a chance to prove otherwise.”
She did and discovered that he was thoroughly, maddeningly correct.
Chapter Twenty
Wade woke earlyon Sunday morning, blindly reaching across the bed.
Mary—no,Meredith—wasn’t there.
The sheets were tangled, and fragrant with the scent of her body.He hugged the fabric to his chest and inhaled.He’d managed to talk her into a third round, which had lasted longer than the first two, and left them both drowsy with satisfaction.They’d snuggled for a few hours, spoon-style, with his arms wrapped around her waist and her naked bottom pressed to his groin.The memory of the position brought him back to full salute.
He groaned, rolling over onto his back.He’d love to sleep in, or better yet, seek out his woman for another sensual interlude.Instead, he had to report to work.Then he’d promised to go to the bar with his mother.He rose with reluctance, dragging on the same jeans he’d worn the night before.His muscles felt pleasantly well-used from lifting rocks in the creek, in addition to other activities.He went in search of coffee and Meredith.
She was already awake and making breakfast.Her pajamas consisted of his old T-shirt and a pair of her own leggings.The glance she sent him over her shoulder didn’t invite contact.He was used to her overcautious manner, so he ignored it.He wrapped his arms around her and buried his nose in her hair.
“Did you sleep well?”he murmured.
