My eyes flash open to see the dawn light shining through his open blinds that he never got around to closing. I scan for a clock and see one on his bedside table. It’s six a.m.
“Shit!” I sit up, Leandro’s arm still banded around me. “We fell asleep.” I shake his shoulder. “I have to go.”
“Hmm…what?” He blinks those beautiful eyes of his open, not loosening his hold on me.
I tug on his arm. “You need to let me up. We fell asleep. I have to get home.”
My heart is thudding in my chest. It’s early, so Jett will still be sleeping, but I can’t believe I fell asleep.
Worst mother ever!
Out of bed, I run around his room, pick up my clothes, and dress as I go.
I catch sight of him, and he’s sitting up in bed, watching me with amusement.
“What?” I say.
“Nothing. You look beautiful.”
“I look terrible.” I run a hand over my messed up hair.
He gets out of bed and comes over to me. He’s still naked and so hot. “Beautiful.” He softly kisses me.
“So are you. And you’re seriously tempting while you’re pressed up against me in the buff…but I’ve got to go,” I grumble against his lips.
He gives a low chuckle, and I feel it rumble through his chest to mine. “You can go, as long as you let me see you tonight. I want to take my girl out on a date.”
I tilt my head back, looking into his eyes. “Sounds wonderful.”
“It will be.” He kisses me again. Hand cupping the back of my head, he slips his tongue in my mouth. His other hand finds my bum and squeezes, pressing his morning wood against my hip.
Another few minutes wouldn’t hurt, would it? We could—
No, I have to go.
I give an internal groan and say again, “I really need to go.”
He lets out a groan of disappointment. “Fine. Go,” he says good-naturedly, then, slaps my behind with his hand, as he releases me.
I gather up my shoes and handbag and make my way downstairs. Leandro is soon behind me, now wearing a pair of boxer shorts.
Shame. I like him naked.
When I’m by the front door, I slip my feet into my shoes. “I’m going to tell Jett about us today.”
“Good.”
“He’ll be fine, of course, because…well, you’re you.” I gesture at him.
He chuckles. “Jett has got good taste, like his mother.”
Smiling, I shake my head at him. “I was thinking it might be good for him to spend some time around you. Maybe dinner at our place one night this week? Then, you can meet Kit, too.”
“Sounds great.” He leans in and kisses me again, threading his fingers through my hair.
I find myself pressed up against the door as the kiss quickly turns heated.
“You really have to go right now?” he breathes against my lips.
“I really have to go,” I say wistfully.
He takes a deep breath and steps back from me. Dark eyes bore into mine. “Tonight, you are mine. I am taking you out, and then, later I am bringing you back here and fucking you until neither of us can walk.”
Excitement ripples low in my belly. “Can’t wait.” I reach back for the handle and pull the door open.
“I will pick you up at seven thirty.”
“What should I wear?”
“As little as possible.”
Laughing, I step out the door. “And by that, you mean, no underwear, right?” I give him a sexy look, lifting my eyebrow.
“That is definitely what I mean.” He leans against the doorframe, arms folded over that amazing chest of his.
He watches me get in my car, and he lifts a hand as I pull away. I blow him a kiss.
I really hate leaving him, but I’m a mother first and foremost—and currently failing by falling asleep. I can’t believe I did that. I guess that shows how much Leandro wore me out and how comfortable I feel with him.
God, the sex. I’ve never had sex like it before.
Maybe this is what it’s like to have sex with someone you love, but I think a lot has to do with him. The man is a god in bed.
I’m making good time getting home as the roads are quiet with it being so early. Fifteen minutes later, I’m pulling into my driveway. Turning the engine off, I get out and ease my car door shut.
I quietly unlock the front door before letting myself in. The house is silent. Everyone’s still sleeping.
Thank God.
I put my bag down in the hall and head to the kitchen to make some coffee. Then, I’m going to take a shower. I smell like sex. And Leandro.
I momentarily considering revising the shower, as I like smelling like Leandro, but I’m not that gross.
I walk into the kitchen and nearly have a heart attack when I see Jett sitting at the table, eating cereal and looking at his phone.
“What are you doing up?” I choke out the words.
His eyes lift to me. I watch him take in my appearance. “Why are you wearing the same clothes you were wearing yesterday? Did you just get home?” His brows rise in question.
“N-no, I-I, um…I…”
“Mum, are you stuttering?”
“No,” I fire out defensively. “I’m wearing yesterday’s clothes because…” Shit! Why can’t I lie on the spot? “Because I really like this shirt.”
“Okay…well, just so you know, your favorite shirt is buttoned up wrong.”