Page 119 of My Favorite Hero

I slid from bed, pulled on his T-shirt, and hurried downstairs.

He was at the table, Lou’s journal open and the letters from Gerard to one side. He glanced up as I came in, and I stopped in shock at the round, metal-rimmed spectacles on his nose.

“You’re wearing glasses.”

“I need them for fine print,” he muttered with a frown.

I sighed. “Every time I think you can’t get hotter, you surprise me and do just that.”

He smiled with a wink. “And every time I think you can’t be sexier, you show up in one of my shirts.”

I beamed at him, and he held out his hand. I took it and let him pull me to his lap. He pressed a kiss to my head.

“You’re up early,” I said, reaching for his steaming cup of coffee.

He chuckled. “Stealing my shirt, my coffee, my he—” He cut himself off. “My, ah, heat at night. God, your feet are cold.”

I tried not to react. He was about to say heart. I knew it.

And I wasn’t sure how I felt about that.

So I let it pass. “You were hogging the covers.”

He nuzzled my neck. “Liar. You were wrapped around me, with the comforter jammed all around your legs and arms. I barely had enough to cover me.”

“Well, you were still warm,” I replied, tilting my head to give him more access.

He pressed a kiss to my ear. “Hot-blooded.”

“I’ll say.”

“Pour us more coffee,” he instructed, bumping me off his knee.

I poured us each a mug and sat across from him, drawing one leg up to my chest and pulling his shirt over it. He lifted one eyebrow at my action.

“You’re stretching the material.”

“You stretch my pussy every time you ram yourself in there,” I replied.

He sputtered into his coffee. “Ram myself?”

“Well, you know, pop the porpoise, hide the salami, insert yourself. Whatever you like. You really should come with a warning. Wide load or something.”

He threw back his head, laughing so hard, tears sprang from his eyes.

“Have I mentioned how good you are for my ego?”

“Maybe.”

He hooked the chair with his foot, dragging it and me closer. He kissed me hungrily, then sat back, looking pleased. “Well, you are.”

I rolled my eyes and sipped my coffee, internally grinning. I did hog the blankets, but I would never admit it. And he was above average.

But I loved it.

I indicated the table. “You’ve been reading.”

“I have. Quite the story.”