“Really?” I give the room service cart a quick survey. Half the pizza remains on the silver platter. “We’ll have to leave our drugs out here unguarded.”
“I’ll save the champagne. You cover the crack.” He motions with the dark green bottle. “It’ll keep until morning.”
With a sigh, I push off the couch and step over to place the silver lid over the remaining food. I’m just turning back when I catch sight of his tight, naked ass disappearing into the bedroom, and chase after him to grab it.
Cal tackles me at once, and we fall onto the bed laughing. He holds me down and kisses me firmly on the mouth. I kiss him back, and when he rolls onto his back, I pop up.
“Are you tired?”
“Hell, no. I’m just warming up. I plan on fucking you three point seven more times tonight.”
“Point seven. You’re very precise in your measurements.”
“It’s possible the last time will run over into tomorrow.”
Turning my head, I strain to look at the clock. “I think we’ve already made it to tomorrow.”
Catching my chin, he pulls my face back around. “Quit being a party pooper. You pooped out on me last night.”
“I was really tired last night!”
We scoot around so we’re side by side, resting against the pillows. I lean forward to put my cheek against his bare chest. I love hearing the sound of his breath, his heart beating.
“I’m just the opposite,” he says, thoughtfully, threading his fingers in the back of my hair. “I sprained my wrist playing tennis once, and I was so adrenalized, it took me forever to fall asleep.”
“Is that why you brought me a bottle of champagne?”
“Partly.” His fingers find the back of my neck, giving it a stroke before threading into my hair again. I snuggle deeper into his side, loving the feeling of him touching me. “It’s possible I had ulterior motives.”
“Well, you got what you came for.” I lift my head and press a kiss against his heated skin. “Still, I was exhausted. We ran all over that museum, then we ran all over the beach.”
He chuckles, causing my head to bounce. “I told you my uncle would take you to that damn aquarium.”
“I loved the aquarium.” We’re quiet a moment, and I think about what he said. “You were right, though. About your uncle.”
“I know that old fellow pretty well. Grew up with him.”
Pushing up to a sitting position, I lean beside him. His eyes are on the television, and I study his profile, his straight nose and full lips, the little line in his chin.
“So what happened with him?” I ask quietly, internally holding my breath.
Hazel eyes meet mine. “What do you mean?”
Blinking down, I run my finger along the top of his shoulder. “I mean, why are you on the outs with him? Why is Rowan so angry?”
He does a little frown before answering. “It’s matters of state.”
“You mean it’s classified or something? Like you could tell me, but then you’d have to kill me?”
That makes him grin. “Hardly. More like you’ll find it so boring you’ll fall asleep on me again.”
“I don’t think I will. I really want to know.”
He shifts to the side. “Why?”
Shrugging, I glance down. “Reggie is the reason I met you. I guess, I want to know why you’re so angry with him. I wouldn’t know you if it weren’t for him.”
He catches my chin and lifts my face. “That is definitely a point in his favor.” A quick kiss, and he gathers me to his chest. “About six years ago, right before our father died, Rowan overheard Reggie plotting with Hubert Farbridge, a member of the cabinet. I don’t know what was said, but Rowan took it to mean they were conspiring to cause our father’s death.