“Okay.” I rise and offer her my hand. “Let’s get you to bed.”
She arches a brow. “I bet you say that to all your hookups.”
“Ha ha. That’s funny,” I say, but it’s not at all. Why would she say that when we’ve been having such a great night? Is she feeling insecure because of my past?
“Wait.” I stop just inside the threshold of my room, framing her face with my hands. “You should know, I’ve never brought another woman home. No one but me has slept in this bed.”
Her eyebrows rise. “Seriously?”
“Seriously. The only person I’ve had sex with in this house is myself.”
She bursts out laughing, which is the reaction I’d hoped for.
“Surprised?” I ask.
“A little.”
“I’ve never wanted to share this with anyone else. Only you.”
Her arms slide around my waist. “I’m glad. I like being here.”
“Good. Because I plan on keeping you around for as long as I can.”
She grins. “You just want muffins in the morning.”
“What? No,” I say, feigning offense. “Although, I might have all the ingredients in my pantry.”
She widens her eyes. “What a coincidence.”
“Right?”
“I should probably change and get to bed if you’re putting me to work in the morning.”
“If you want privacy, the guest room’s next door, and the en suite bathroom is right there.” I point at the open door on the other side of my room.
She hesitates, giving me a look that burns straight through me. “As tempting as it is to tease you, I think I’ll change in the bathroom.”
“Ladies first.”
“Thank you.” She grabs her bag and disappears behind the door.
I sit on the end of the bed and scrub my palms down my face. There’s no way I’m sleeping tonight. Having her in my bed will be torture. I’m about to have a hard-on for seven hours straight.Fuck me.
I need a distraction from my thoughts, so I stand and strip down to my t-shirt and boxer briefs. When she comes back out, she’s wearing sleep shorts and a t-shirt, her face washed clean, and I groan. “You trying to kill me?”
She laughs. “In this?” Her fingers pull on the shirt. “This is what I normally sleep in.”
“It’s sexy as hell.”
“It’s a t-shirt and shorts, about as non-sexy as you can get.”
“I can see your nipples,” I point out. “And those shorts aren’t doing me any favors.”
She glances down and shrugs. “Oh well. Nipples happen.”
I laugh. “I like when yours happen.”
She moves to the bed. “Which side do you like?”
