“Hi.” I brushed hair back from her face. “Sleep okay?”
“Mmm. Best sleep I’ve had in weeks.” She stretched like a cat, and the sheet slipped, giving me a view that had my body responding immediately.
She noticed, grinned. “It must be a good morning.”
“I can’t help it. You’re in my bed, naked. It’s a natural response.”
“I should probably go.” But she made no move to leave. “I’m supposed to meet everyone at ten for the dress fitting trip.”
I glanced at the clock. Eight-thirty. “You have time.”
“Do I?”
“Well.” I rolled, pinning her beneath me. “Maybe not if we do what I’m thinking about doing.”
Her legs wrapped around my hips. “What are you thinking about doing?”
“Tasting you. Making you come with my mouth. Then maybe round two because only having you once could never be enough.”
“That sounds like it would take a while.”
“At least an hour.”
“I’ll text Delaney. Tell her I’m running late.”
“Good plan.”
I kissed my way down her body, determined to start the morning right. And from the sound that she made as my lips kissed gently over her clit, I knew there was no other way I ever wanted to start a day again.
By the time Leigh left—thoroughly satisfied, freshly showered, wearing yesterday’s dress with slightly mussed hair—it was nine-thirty and she was definitely going to be late.
“They’re going to know,” she said at the door, looking anxious. “They’re going to take one look at me and know exactly what I did last night.”
“So what?”
“So we said we were keeping this secret!”
“From the brothers. The girls are different.”
“Are they?”
I pulled her close, kissed her forehead. “They’re going to be happy for you. For us. Trust me. Besides Blake has this weird second sense, you could have gone home, slept in your own bed and had all the time in the world to get ready, and she’d still know.”
“You could have warned me before,” she said with a laugh and then looked up at me. “Last night was...”
“I know.”
“And this morning was...”
“I know that too.”
She smiled, stood on tiptoes to kiss me. “I’ll text you later?”
“You better.”
I watched her climb into a cab and leaned against the doorframe, watched it drive away. The stupid smile on my face would have made it obvious to anyone who saw me that I’d spentthe night with the most incredible woman I’d ever met. That had to mean something.
When I went back inside the house felt emptier than it had in years. I looked around confused. This place had felt like a refuge when I was a kid, and I couldn’t remember when that had started to change.
