An hour later,Kenzie lay exhausted against Harrison’s chest, her heartbeat slowing, her body languid. She had always loved sex, but this felt new to her—the intensity of it, the intimacy, the happiness she felt afterward.
It took some effort, but she managed to say what she was thinking. “I didn’t know it could be this good.”
“Yeah,” he said sleepily. “Me, neither.”
* * *
Kenzie snuggled closer to Harrison,the sound of a puppy’s whining penetrating her sleep. She opened her eyes, saw daylight, sat bolt upright.
Ten minutes past seven.
Had she forgotten to set her alarm?
“Damn.” She jumped out of bed, grabbed her bathrobe, and hurried down the stairs to let the pups out. “Sorry, Gabby. I didn’t mean to make you hold it so long.”
She watched while they did their thing, sending Quinn a message telling her that she would be late—again. Then she called the dogs back inside to get their breakfast.
Conrad appeared at the bottom of the stairs looking incredibly hot in butter-soft jeans and no shirt, his short hair sticking up in every direction. “Did you forget to set your alarm?”
She set two bowls of kibble on the floor. “I blame you—and your tongue.”
He came up behind her, drew her back against the hard wall of his chest. “It’s not the tongue, honey. It’s the lips. You can’t do much with a tongue. Sure, you can stroke and lick and penetrate, but it gets tired fast. If you want to make a woman scream, you’ve got to use your lips—catch that clit, pull it into your mouth, suck on it.”
Holy God.
Kenzie’s knees turned to jelly. “Don’t do this to me. I have to go to work. I’ll be horny all day, and I have a class tonight. That makes for a very long day.”
He chuckled, a deep, husky sound. “Call in sick.”
Oh, the idea was tempting. “Idocome home for lunch.”
“You’re thinking about a nooner?”
“Are you up for that?”
“Hell, I’m up whenever I’m with you.” He nudged her with his hips, revealing his erection. “You name the time and the place.”
“How about here at noon?” No, that wouldn’t work. “That’s when you meditate with Esri, isn’t it?”
He nuzzled her ear. “I’d rather be inside you.”
Again with the knees turning to jelly.
She sank back against him, her body singing for him. “I need to get into the shower and get to work.”
A big hand cupped her breast, his thumb teasing a nipple through her robe. “I’m not stopping you.”
“Like hell, you’re not, mister.” With supreme effort—she deserved a medal for this—she pulled away from him, turning to plant a kiss on his lips. “But hold onto the thought, okay?”
Before he could say another word, she darted upstairs to take a shower.
Forty-five minutes later, she entered the kennel, where Quinn was playing with the dogs in the play yard. “Sorry.”
Quinn smiled, her gaze on Kenzie’s backyard. “Don’t apologize. If I had a hunk like that in my bed, I’d be late, too.”
Kenzie looked over to see Harrison standing on her back porch, still shirtless, playing with Gabby. The sight put a flutter in her belly. “Yeah.”
As much as her ovaries wanted her to go home and jump Harrison’s bones, there was work to be done. She picked up dog poo in the play yard and was in the middle of cleaning dog bowls when Quinn appeared, a big smile on her face, a copy of theScarlet Gazettein her hands.
