“Mornin’, beautiful.”
Thump,goes my bloody heart.
He kisses my cheek, then leans down and begins to unfasten his boots. "Something bothering you? Did I really just see you kick my sofa?"
I bite my lip because I'm embarrassed. I shouldn't have kicked his sofa like a child.
“Just stubbed my toe is all,” I lie. I give him a sheepish look. "Sorry."
“No worries, darlin’.” He gives me that lopsided grin that shows his dimple. “Want me to kiss it better?”
I may be in love with you, Mac Cowen.
I laugh at that, as he kicks his second boot off. He can’t know what I’m thinking.
“No, but thanks. I’m fine. I was a little frustrated because I couldn't find my mobile. Have you seen it?"
He shakes his head and looks as perplexed as I do. "No, sorry, I haven't. When's the last time you had it?"
"Up at the house last night at dinner. I was showing Cairstina something… bugger, Mac, it’s got to be back up at the house.”
He nods. “I’ll call and ask if anyone’s found it.”
I wince. I hate the thought of anyone finding it, reading my texts or worse. I have private information on that phone.
"Can we just go back up and get it?" That's when I realize that he’s still sitting in front of me dripping sweat. "By the way, what the hell were you doing? Looks like you just ran a marathon or got out of the boxing ring.”
“I like to lift weights of a morning,” he says with a shrug. “It’s been a few days.” He pats his bulging bicep and gives me that grin that makes my knickers wet. “And I need to keep myself in top shape to wrestle my feisty girl.” He shakes his head. “A girl like you’s hard to keep up with, a bloke’s got to prepare.”
I laugh out loud. “Oh, right, as if you don’t fucking love it.”
He grins. “You know I do.” He pushes himself to standing. “Okay, lassie. I’ll take a quick shower while you get ready, then up to the house we go.”
I nod. And even though I’m incredibly preoccupied and worried, it doesn’t take much for him to convince me to join him in said shower. And once in the shower, he feels the need to bend me over and take methere,and before you know it, we’re bangingagain.
Bloody hell.
“My God,” I say, panting after we’ve both climaxed. “I think you're turning me into a sex addict. Seriously, I didn't even know human beings could have this much sex.”
“Aye,” he says on a chuckle. “Are you serious? It's times like these, it's obvious the difference between men and women."
“Oh?” I laugh, as he steps out of the shower, his bare, perfect, muscled arse on display.
“Jesus, what a fine arse you have,” I mutter. He grins and hands me a towel. “So tell me about the difference between men and women, Mister Cowen.”
“Men know exactly what the human body is capable of when it comes to sex and stamina. And most teenage boys would fantasize about sex all day anyway, so we figure if you can think about it all day, you could probably have it all day."
“Well, that confirms it," I say.
“What?”
“Islan said men are hyperfocused on sex. She was right.”
He groans. “Bloody hell, don’t you ever use the word ‘sex’ in the same sentence as my sister ever fucking again.”
I laugh. “She’s a normal human being, Mac, you have to?—”
He rolls his towel into a rope and snaps it across my arse.
