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muttered raggedly. “I can’t tell you how God damn much I’ve missed you.”
Smiling, she bit his shoulder lightly. “You swear too much, soldier.”
He gave a soft laugh “I know. Sorry. It’s habit from being around my men all the time. I haven’t…been spending much time with ladies.”
“Mmm. And you consider me a lady?”
“You’re a classy as hell lady, Megan. Always have been.” He lifted his head to smile at her. “I knew that when I came back to town one day and saw you for the first time. Wanted you like I’d never wanted another woman. I knew I’d have you, but realized it might take a little convincing.”
“You were a little rough around the edges,” she agreed, her heart quickening. “But you were a Wyatt. The sexiest Wyatt—”
“Damn right. Though don’t let my brothers hear you say that,” he said smugly.
She gave a throaty laugh. “Anyway, you made me realize pretty quick how hot a rough man can be. One night with you and I didn’t want anyone else…”
“Mmm. That’s because I made you come twelve times.”
Slapping his chest, she rolled her eyes. “Ten. But who’s counting?”
“I’m a guy, of course I’m counting.” Trevor joined her laughter and reached up to turn off the water. “It’s probably two in the morning, angel.”
“Good God. Where has the night gone? Thankfully tomorrow is Sunday.” She shook her head and yawned.
Maybe just saying the time made her a little sleepy. Or maybe it was getting screwed silly twice in the last hour.
“We should probably get some sleep,” he agreed. “Because pretty soon the sun will be rising and we’ll have to do some talking.”
Her breath caught and she was careful not to look at him. Talking. Did he mean long term? About them? A future? If there was one again? Or was this just a week of hooking up for old time’s sake.
The possibility didn’t settle well and had a lump forming in her throat. She closed her eyes, thinking of how things had been before she’d left him. That wasn’t settling well either.
“We have to plan that menu, after all.”
Some of the tension eased from her shoulders and she gave a small nod. Right. The menu. Apparently Trevor wasn’t thinking beyond tonight and maybe the wedding. Which was okay…wasn’t it?
“Let’s go to bed,” she said huskily and untangled herself from him. Jesus, her thighs were going to hurt in the morning. “I’m suddenly beyond tired.”
Trevor stood and exited the shower, grabbing a towel and then handing her one.
“If you want,” he began hesitantly, “I can sleep on the couch.”
She froze in the midst of drying herself and glanced up at him. Her pulse quickened and she wondered for a moment if he wanted to sleep on the couch. But once glance at his face showed he was just trying to be respectful. Give her space if she needed it.
Closing the distance between them, she cupped the back of his head and brushed her lips over his. “I’d prefer you sleep in my bed, soldier.”
The slow smile that spread across Trevor’s face was one that had always made her knees a little weak.
He winked and murmured, “Yes, ma’am,” before sweeping her into his arms and carrying her down the hall to her bedroom.
They’d slept in. Megan realized it the moment she opened her eyes and saw the sun coming through the blinds. That was, if Trevor was still here. Her pulse leapt as she sat up and looked at the other side of the bed.
Everything inside her went a little soft at seeing him sleeping next to her. The memories from last night floated to the surface of her mind, sending a warm tingling through her body.
Without the haze of nighttime and a few drinks, she still would’ve made the same choice and gone to bed with Trevor. And watching him now, she was tempted to do it again. It was as if the year apart hadn’t even happened. Waking beside Trevor, making love to him, it was all so natural. So right.
He lay on his back, his brows knit from
Smiling, she bit his shoulder lightly. “You swear too much, soldier.”
He gave a soft laugh “I know. Sorry. It’s habit from being around my men all the time. I haven’t…been spending much time with ladies.”
“Mmm. And you consider me a lady?”
“You’re a classy as hell lady, Megan. Always have been.” He lifted his head to smile at her. “I knew that when I came back to town one day and saw you for the first time. Wanted you like I’d never wanted another woman. I knew I’d have you, but realized it might take a little convincing.”
“You were a little rough around the edges,” she agreed, her heart quickening. “But you were a Wyatt. The sexiest Wyatt—”
“Damn right. Though don’t let my brothers hear you say that,” he said smugly.
She gave a throaty laugh. “Anyway, you made me realize pretty quick how hot a rough man can be. One night with you and I didn’t want anyone else…”
“Mmm. That’s because I made you come twelve times.”
Slapping his chest, she rolled her eyes. “Ten. But who’s counting?”
“I’m a guy, of course I’m counting.” Trevor joined her laughter and reached up to turn off the water. “It’s probably two in the morning, angel.”
“Good God. Where has the night gone? Thankfully tomorrow is Sunday.” She shook her head and yawned.
Maybe just saying the time made her a little sleepy. Or maybe it was getting screwed silly twice in the last hour.
“We should probably get some sleep,” he agreed. “Because pretty soon the sun will be rising and we’ll have to do some talking.”
Her breath caught and she was careful not to look at him. Talking. Did he mean long term? About them? A future? If there was one again? Or was this just a week of hooking up for old time’s sake.
The possibility didn’t settle well and had a lump forming in her throat. She closed her eyes, thinking of how things had been before she’d left him. That wasn’t settling well either.
“We have to plan that menu, after all.”
Some of the tension eased from her shoulders and she gave a small nod. Right. The menu. Apparently Trevor wasn’t thinking beyond tonight and maybe the wedding. Which was okay…wasn’t it?
“Let’s go to bed,” she said huskily and untangled herself from him. Jesus, her thighs were going to hurt in the morning. “I’m suddenly beyond tired.”
Trevor stood and exited the shower, grabbing a towel and then handing her one.
“If you want,” he began hesitantly, “I can sleep on the couch.”
She froze in the midst of drying herself and glanced up at him. Her pulse quickened and she wondered for a moment if he wanted to sleep on the couch. But once glance at his face showed he was just trying to be respectful. Give her space if she needed it.
Closing the distance between them, she cupped the back of his head and brushed her lips over his. “I’d prefer you sleep in my bed, soldier.”
The slow smile that spread across Trevor’s face was one that had always made her knees a little weak.
He winked and murmured, “Yes, ma’am,” before sweeping her into his arms and carrying her down the hall to her bedroom.
They’d slept in. Megan realized it the moment she opened her eyes and saw the sun coming through the blinds. That was, if Trevor was still here. Her pulse leapt as she sat up and looked at the other side of the bed.
Everything inside her went a little soft at seeing him sleeping next to her. The memories from last night floated to the surface of her mind, sending a warm tingling through her body.
Without the haze of nighttime and a few drinks, she still would’ve made the same choice and gone to bed with Trevor. And watching him now, she was tempted to do it again. It was as if the year apart hadn’t even happened. Waking beside Trevor, making love to him, it was all so natural. So right.
He lay on his back, his brows knit from
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