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“Your heart is picking up pace and it’s hurting my head.” Mike’s voice was a gravelly rumble against her skin. She moved her hands through his hair again.
“Sorry,” she whispered. “Bit of a hangover?”
“That would be putting it mildly.” He turned his head to look up at her, his chin resting on her ribs. “Don’t you?”
“I don’t think so. I must have sweat it all out of me.” She smiled into his dark eyes. The eyes of the man she loved. She almost said it out loud, but held back. Blurting out her love for him when he’d just admitted to a blaring hangover seemed like really bad timing.
“Would breakfast help?”
He nodded. “Maybe. But you know what they say about hangover cures...hair of the dog and all that.”
“You want more brandy?” She couldn’t eventhinkabout that stuff without her stomach protesting.
Mike’s gaze fell to her breasts, now directly in front of his face. One corner of his mouth slid upward.
“I never said my hangover came from the booze.”
She huffed out a quiet laugh. “Are you saying you’re suffering from asexhangover?”
“I don’t know if it’s possible to overindulge in sex with you, but my body is telling me we came damn close.” He winked. “I coulda’ died. I still might.”
“And the cure for too much sex is...more sex?”
He lifted one shoulder before slowly sliding up and over her. “The body wants what it wants.”
She wrapped her arms around him. This was the perfect way to start a day—with a man who couldn’t get enough of her. As he sank into her, she whispered the words she’d tell him out loud later.
“I love you, Mike McKinnon.”
THESUNWASup in the sky the next time Mike opened his eyes. It took him half a minute to remember where he was—in Zoey’s bed. And once again using Zoey as the best pillow ever. Her fingers were in his hair again, but they weren’t moving. Her breaths came slow and deep in slumber.
Man, what a night.
Who knew 120 proof brandy was that much of an aphrodisiac? He didn’t think it was humanly possible to do all they did last night. They were probably both going to have some aches and bruises today.Totally worth it.He kissed her stomach and rolled over. He didn’t think he had any morning appointments, but he had to at least show up at work. What time was it? He scrubbed his eyes and pushed himself to his feet. His knees felt like water, but they held.
He forgot about the time when his gaze fell to the bed. Zoey was sprawled out, starfish-style, across the sheet. There was hardly any bedding left on the bed. Just her beautiful naked body. Tangled dark hair covered her face and shoulders. He spotted a few little nibble marks he’d left on her rosy skin. Would heeverhave enough of her? If last night was any proof, the answer was a definiteno.He was going to love this woman for the rest of his life, and even that wouldn’t be enough. He wanted and needed her that much.
The sunlight streamed through the window, reminding him that he couldnotcrawl back in bed with her. But hecouldmake them some breakfast before he left. And tell her how much he loved her.
He found his cargo shorts on the floor—which was a mess of clothes and bedding—and pulled out his phone. Wow. Almost nine thirty. Breakfast would have to be quick. Zoey’s foot was hanging over the side of the bed, and he ran his fingers up and down the arch until she twitched and kicked at him.
“What?” she mumbled, reaching up to brush her hair off her face, then squinting at the window. “Damn. What time is it?”
“Nine thirty. I’m going to take a quick shower, then I’ll scramble some eggs for us, okay?”
Her head fell back on the bed. “Okay.” She stretched out like a cat, her arms and legs extending gracefully. “I guess the real world’s coming, whether we want it to or not.” She opened one eye and looked at him holding his shorts.
“What are you doing, putting on a show there in the middle of the room? Get in the shower, mister.” She sat up, kneeling on the bed, still looking half-asleep and sexy as hell. She was completely comfortable being naked in front of him. And he felt the same way. To prove it, he playfully swung the shorts around on his fingertips, swaying his hips back and forth like a dancer.
“Do youwantme to put on a show for you? ’Cuz you know I will.” He swung his hips again, and Zoey burst out laughing.
“Oh, my God, I love you!”
Two things happened at that exact moment.
Mike remembered that she’d whispered those words to him as they’d made love earlier.I love you, Mike McKinnon.
And the bedroom door swung open behind him. He started to turn, but Zoey’s horrified cry was enough to freeze him in place as she scrambled for anything to cover herself with. She finally pulled up the sheet from the mattress.
