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What a way to wake up, Penny thought when she opened her eyes Sunday morning. She was warm and naked, with Caleb’s hand cupping one of her breasts and his stomach warm against her back.
Imagine having this every day. She pushed the thought away. Going down that road would only lead to disappointment. She couldn’t have this every day. Only for the next four weeks.
She reached for her phone on the nightstand and Caleb stirred behind her, nuzzling into her hair. “What time is it?”
“Ten o’clock.” She couldn’t remember the last time she’d slept this late.
He shifted on the bed and rolled her onto her back.
How dare he look so good in the morning? she thought as his face came into view. His hair was rumpled, but in a way that made him look even sexier. Meanwhile, after all that sex yesterday, she must look like Medusa. He didn’t seem to mind, however.
He curled his hand around her neck and kissed her, morning breath and all. His stubble was longer and tickled more than it had yesterday, but it was also softer and she liked it a lot.
“Do you have to be anywhere today?” he asked as she scraped her fingernails through his beard.
On Sundays she usually went to the nursing home. But they could do without her for one day. “Nope, nowhere at all.”
He gifted her with a heart-exploding smile. “In that case, shall I make us breakfast?”
“Another omelet?” she asked hopefully.
“They are my specialty,” he said, dropping another kiss on her lips before he rolled out of bed.
How did I get this lucky? Penny thought as she watched his backside walk away.
“Can I use your shower?” Caleb asked when they’d cleaned up the breakfast dishes. “I’m getting a little ripe.”
Penny fastened herself to his side. “I hadn’t noticed.”
He turned his head to kiss her forehead. “You could join me if you want.”
“Are you trying to say I’m stinky?”
“No, I’m trying to get you naked in the shower with me.”
“Oh. In that case, I accept.”
When he stepped into the shower, she was so hypnotized by the sight of water sliding over his perfect golden skin that she could only stand and gawk. “Get in here,” he said, reaching for her wrist to give her a tug. She stepped into the spray, oblivious to the water soaking her hair as she watched the droplets pool and channel in rivulets down his body, caressing every perfect muscle and vein.
“Is this the shampoo you use?” He lifted one of the half dozen bottles to his nose.
Penny shook her head to clear it. “I think it’s the conditioner you like the smell of. The one next to it.”
He set the shampoo back in the shower rack and turned to face her. His eyes skated down her body, appreciating every inch of it with the same intoxicated stare she’d been giving him.
Just when the self-consciousness of being scrutinized threatened to overwhelm her, he stepped toward her and lowered his mouth to hers. His arms wrapped around her as the hot water poured over them, slicking their skin and washing away her insecurities.
He reached for a bottle of body wash and began to lather up her chest, his hands smoothing over her breasts, down her ribs, across her hips. Then he turned her in his arms and did the same to her back, buttocks, and thighs. When he traded the soap for shampoo and began to wash her hair, it was by far the most sensual thing that had ever happened to her.
Penny let her eyes fall closed, transported to a place outside ordinary time and reality as Caleb’s fingers massaged lather into her scalp. He rinsed it with the care of a professional beautician, then repeated the process with the conditioner, taking his time as the mango scent steamed around them.
By the time he finished rinsing the conditioner out, she was so relaxed she was nearly comatose. She stumbled a little when he turned her toward him again, but his strong hands held her fast.
“I can’t believe how beautiful you are,” he murmured as his lips skimmed over her jaw.
Her hands roamed over his slick, hot muscles. “You can’t believe it? I can’t believe you’re even real.”
His mouth captured hers, and then his hand tightened on her hips and he pushed her up against the cold, hard tile. She squeaked in shock, but he held her firmly, mischief sparking in his eyes as he gazed at her. She wriggled in his grasp, opening her mouth to protest, and he kissed her again, hard enough that she forgot to mind the cold tile on her back.
