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Authors: Cindy Kirk
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him a saucy wink. “But the night is still young.”
Chapter Six
T hough he hadn’t fallen asleep until after two, Ben’s internal alarm woke him shortly before five. He opened his eyes and turned at the feeling of pressure against his arm.
He smiled when he saw Poppy sprawled facedown with one of her arms flopped over his. A sheet draped low across her hips. Gently he tugged out from under her. He let his eyes linger on the soft expanse of skin and felt his body stir.
When they’d made love that third time it had been just as spectacular as the other two. The condom slippage on the second round still troubled him, but Poppy didn’t appear worried. Since she hadn’t conceived during her failed marriage, it was doubtful one slip would do it.
A soft tapping of nails sounded against the hardwood floors. Ben turned and saw Groucho staring up at him, a low whine humming in his throat.
He brought a finger to his lips and shot the dog a warning glance. Just because he and Groucho were early risers didn’t mean Poppy had to get up. Slowly, regretfully, Ben slid off the side of the bed, shivering as cool air hit his bare skin.
Before hitting the shower, he tugged the comforter up to Poppy’s shoulders. She murmured something but continued to sleep, her dark hair tousled against the pillow.
The urge to make love to her again seized him, gripped him like a hand to the throat. He desperately wanted to bring a smile to her mouth and a laugh back to her lips while her heart hammered and her lush body quivered beneath him.
But Groucho whined again and necessity trumped desire.
After a quick shower—extra cold—Ben donned jeans and a black sweater before heading downstairs.
Normally Angela had coffee ready and Groucho fed before he hopped out of bed, but today was Sunday and her day off. So after a quick trip outside with the schnauzer, he brought out the kibble. While the dog chowed down, Ben ground beans and got the coffee started. Chores completed, he poured himself a tall glass of orange juice and contemplated the past twelve hours.
His desire for Poppy only burned hotter after their time in bed. He wanted to spend more time with her. Several times last night he almost suggested they forget this one-night stand nonsense, but had held back.
She’d made it very clear all she wanted from him was light, fun sex. Well, last night had been fun. And there’d been lots of sex.
The coffeemaker beeped and he poured himself a cup, remembering her responsiveness, her fearlessness in letting him know exactly what she liked. He smiled smugly. Now, thanks to him, she had some new favorites.
He wrapped his hands around the steaming mug. If Poppy was willing, he was definitely up for a repeat performance.
“Good morning.”
The low, throaty tone immediately conjured up images of sweat-soaked sheets and tangled limbs. Poppy stood in the doorway, looking tousled but gorgeous in the same floral dress she’d worn last night.
“I came in search of coffee.” Though her gaze never wavered, her tentative smile told him she wasn’t as confident as she appeared.
“You’ve come to the right place.” Grabbing the extra mug he’d placed on the counter, Ben filled it with a rich Columbian breakfast blend. “How do you like it?”
“Black and strong.”
Groucho looked up from his now empty dish and trotted over to her, his tail wagging a welcome.
Keeping her eyes on Ben, she bent and gave the top of the dog’s head an affectionate pat. “Good morning, Groucho.”
When she straightened, Ben handed her a mug. He expected her to sit and savor. Instead she rested one arm on the counter and remained standing. She peered at him through lowered lashes.
“I need some direction from you, doctor.” While she spoke she absently trailed a finger around the lip of the cup.
Ben’s mouth went dry, remembering how she’d trailed that same finger down the length of him.
“I’m at your service,” he managed to croak out.
“I’m
Chapter Six
T hough he hadn’t fallen asleep until after two, Ben’s internal alarm woke him shortly before five. He opened his eyes and turned at the feeling of pressure against his arm.
He smiled when he saw Poppy sprawled facedown with one of her arms flopped over his. A sheet draped low across her hips. Gently he tugged out from under her. He let his eyes linger on the soft expanse of skin and felt his body stir.
When they’d made love that third time it had been just as spectacular as the other two. The condom slippage on the second round still troubled him, but Poppy didn’t appear worried. Since she hadn’t conceived during her failed marriage, it was doubtful one slip would do it.
A soft tapping of nails sounded against the hardwood floors. Ben turned and saw Groucho staring up at him, a low whine humming in his throat.
He brought a finger to his lips and shot the dog a warning glance. Just because he and Groucho were early risers didn’t mean Poppy had to get up. Slowly, regretfully, Ben slid off the side of the bed, shivering as cool air hit his bare skin.
Before hitting the shower, he tugged the comforter up to Poppy’s shoulders. She murmured something but continued to sleep, her dark hair tousled against the pillow.
The urge to make love to her again seized him, gripped him like a hand to the throat. He desperately wanted to bring a smile to her mouth and a laugh back to her lips while her heart hammered and her lush body quivered beneath him.
But Groucho whined again and necessity trumped desire.
After a quick shower—extra cold—Ben donned jeans and a black sweater before heading downstairs.
Normally Angela had coffee ready and Groucho fed before he hopped out of bed, but today was Sunday and her day off. So after a quick trip outside with the schnauzer, he brought out the kibble. While the dog chowed down, Ben ground beans and got the coffee started. Chores completed, he poured himself a tall glass of orange juice and contemplated the past twelve hours.
His desire for Poppy only burned hotter after their time in bed. He wanted to spend more time with her. Several times last night he almost suggested they forget this one-night stand nonsense, but had held back.
She’d made it very clear all she wanted from him was light, fun sex. Well, last night had been fun. And there’d been lots of sex.
The coffeemaker beeped and he poured himself a cup, remembering her responsiveness, her fearlessness in letting him know exactly what she liked. He smiled smugly. Now, thanks to him, she had some new favorites.
He wrapped his hands around the steaming mug. If Poppy was willing, he was definitely up for a repeat performance.
“Good morning.”
The low, throaty tone immediately conjured up images of sweat-soaked sheets and tangled limbs. Poppy stood in the doorway, looking tousled but gorgeous in the same floral dress she’d worn last night.
“I came in search of coffee.” Though her gaze never wavered, her tentative smile told him she wasn’t as confident as she appeared.
“You’ve come to the right place.” Grabbing the extra mug he’d placed on the counter, Ben filled it with a rich Columbian breakfast blend. “How do you like it?”
“Black and strong.”
Groucho looked up from his now empty dish and trotted over to her, his tail wagging a welcome.
Keeping her eyes on Ben, she bent and gave the top of the dog’s head an affectionate pat. “Good morning, Groucho.”
When she straightened, Ben handed her a mug. He expected her to sit and savor. Instead she rested one arm on the counter and remained standing. She peered at him through lowered lashes.
“I need some direction from you, doctor.” While she spoke she absently trailed a finger around the lip of the cup.
Ben’s mouth went dry, remembering how she’d trailed that same finger down the length of him.
“I’m at your service,” he managed to croak out.
“I’m
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