“I would have enjoyed being hunted by you,” he said and waggled his eyebrows. “C’mon. Let’s get you a cup of coffee.” He stood still holding me in his arms. Holy shit. I wasn’t fat but I wasn’t a petite flower either. I had curves and was padded in all the right places, and he didn’t even struggle.
“Hey, put me down. You’re going to hurt yourself.”
“I won’t. I’ve been working out.”
“You have? What started that?”
“Missing you, silly. When I couldn’t sleep after we talked on the phone I’d go to the gym in whatever hotel we were in and work out until I was so fucking exhausted I could sleep.”
“You look great.”
He blushed and grinned. “I’m glad you approve.”
“Hell yeah.” I smiled and kissed him again. He put me down next to the room service cart. Poured a cup of coffee and added two sugars and some cream. I was surprised after four months he remembered how I liked my coffee.
“Thank you. You remembered?”
“Of course. I don’t know why you’re surprised.”
Why was I surprised? We’d talked a lot at Christmas and we discussed us and what we wanted from a relationship. He’d texted or called every day while he was gone. I’d never been with a guy who’d been as attentive. So what was bugging me? Was I the one scared of making a commitment?
I would have been content with just the coffee but he’d ordered a shitload of food. He lifted one metal domed cover after another until I finally picked something to eat—a blueberry muffin and a couple of slices of bacon. Who doesn’t like bacon?
“What do you want to do today?” I asked carrying my breakfast and coffee over to the couch. The first taste of the coffee was always the best. Something about the hot, sweet heat sliding down my throat—almost sexual. Teresa laughed at me every morning when I moaned taking my first sip.
“I was thinking we’d stay in and play,” he answered with a wink.
He looked so cute I almost choked on my coffee. This is how I expected it to be, how it’d always been with us. Last night was freaky, just one more part of the freaky day. Hopefully it would stay in the past where it belonged.
I was about to answer him when someone pounded on the door. We exchanged looks and I figured since I was dressed I’d answer. But he shook his head no and went to answer the door. At least he could look through the peep hole.
He opened it and first through were Wrath and Teresa, followed by everyone else. I was very glad I’d gotten dressed when I saw them all come in.
“How come you’re not answering your phone?” Wrath demanded.
“Uh, I dunno. I guess it’s still in my jeans. What the fuck is your problem?”
“Breakfast? Remember doofus? At eleven in the restaurant downstairs?”
“Yeah doofus,” Chaos repeated. “We were waiting and tried calling both of you and when neither of you answered we got worried.”
“Oh shit, I’m sorry. I shut my phone off last night.”
“Well it looks like you’re both fine. But I’m starving so whatcha got to eat,” Rage said as he lifted a few of the domed lids on the room service cart.
“By all means, dipshit, help yourself,” Flame said, as he sat next to me again. “We were done anyway, go ahead and eat what you want.”
Flame sounded a little peeved but what could we do, it was our fault, neither of us answered. Until then I’d totally forgotten I’d shut my phone off after the text last night.
Chapter Nine
Flame…
Fuckin’ A. So much for staying in the room for a little privacy. No one to blame but me, if I’d answered the damn phone I could have told them we were gonna skip breakfast—at least in the restaurant. Oh well. The only one missing was Joe, then I remembered he was going to see Teresa’s mom, Sunshine, today.
“Getting a late start?” Chaos asked and for one second I thought he was going to rip my towel off.
“Don’t even think about it.”
