“Somewhere to be?” He’s so handsome all sleepy-eyed and hair disheveled. My stare rakes over him. “Eyes up here, temptress. We don’t have time to do what you’re thinking.” “How do you know what I’m thinking?” I ask, not moving from the bed even as he picks up his clothes and moves around my room frantically. “Because I’m thinking it too.” He stops and comes over to drop a kiss on my mouth.
