“I’ve been told.” He kicked his feet off of the chair where they rested and stood. “Oh, and Becca?”
He moved behind her, toward the coffeemaker. She turned to watch him as he poured himself another mug.
“Hmm?” she replied, not using full words with vowels and consonants because her throat was suddenly dry.
“The mattress in the guest room is the second tier of that brand. I happen to have the top of the line model in my bedroom.” She could only describe his smile as wicked. A devil’s heat that made her entire body crave his touch. “Ifyou ever feel the desire to try it out.”
Yup, her mouth was dry, her throat was thick, and she was sure she’d blinked more in that ten seconds than she had all morning.
Crap.
She wanted to try out his mattress, but for the life of her she couldn’t tell if it was because of the mattress or the man who slept on it.
A sinking suspicion in her gut told her itwasn’tthe mattress, and that was unacceptable.
Chapter 7
Linx
Becca wasn’t moving. Like at all. Her mouth gently opened and closed like she was a guppy, clearly rethinking everything she considered saying.
She was adorable. Adorable in a way that made him want to wrap her in his arms and breathe in her scent.
He liked her.Reallyliked her.
He couldn’t seem to recall the last time he felt this way toward another human being. How would his mother say it? Right. He wassweeton Becca.
The ridiculous old-fashioned saying wasà propos, given that he wanted nothing more than to taste her. He just bet she tasted like lemon drop candy.
He gulped. These were the feelings, the questions, that made a guy end up buying flowers and shit. Brek had told him about these feelings when he fell in love with Velma. Linx had never really understood before. Now he did.
Becca still hadn’t responded to his ridiculous attempt at pickup humor. He gulped again.Don’t fuck this up, man.
She nodded nearly imperceptibly and took a small bite of pancake with the precision of a woman about to eat with the Queen of England. In taking what seemed like an extreme amount of time to chew, she finally set her knife and fork beside her plate. Throughout this entire production, she didn’t glance up. Didn’t give him a hint of what was going on in her noggin.
Which meant. Shit a brick. He went too far.
But with the way she wasn’t responding, his own breakfast landed like a brick in his gut.
“Let’s talk in hypothetical,” Becca said, finally. She adjusted the angle of her fork beside her plate.
Well, hypothetical was better than nothing, so, “Okay.”
“If I tried out your personal mattress, would I keep my clothing on while I do it?” She dabbed at the edges of her lips with a paper napkin. Unfortunately, this drew his attention to her lips. He momentarily forgot exactly what they were discussing.
She cleared her throat.
Huh? Oh. Yeah. Bedroom and clothes optional and all that.
“You can do what you want to do.” He moved his gaze up from her lips to her eyes. “But I promise you that when you are in my bedroom, you won’t want to keep your clothing on.”
She quirked an adorable eyebrow. “Maybe I will.”
“Then I suppose we’ll just work around the clothing.” He went back to sipping his coffee. “If you’re set on keeping it.”
He really hoped when they got to that point, she wouldn’t wear clothes. Clothing could ruin his plans. Plans that included tasting, adoring, and giving an abundance of attention to all her body.
He immediately regretted his decision to wear sweatpants. No way was he going to stand in front of her without embarrassing himself.
