I backed away from her and went to the sink to wash my hands before grabbing my beer again. It was almost empty and had gone warm, but I drank it down like the parched man I was. I’d be after the second one in a minute. “Pizza?”
She blew out a slow breath. “Yes, please.”
I hid my smile from her as I snagged plates from her cupboard. “Gonna wash your hands?”
“Just as soon as my knees reform their bones.”
I laughed and held a mushroom out to her. She bit the tip of my finger when she took it. “So mean. Is that any way to treat the man who left your knees boneless in four minutes? And then again in like two?”
“This is going to be a thing, isn’t it?”
I took a healthy bite from my slice. “Maybe.”
Finally, she hopped down, and maybe my smile was a little smug when she wavered a little. I moved to the island for a napkin and got a smack to my ass for my trouble.
We laughed over half a dozen slices between us. Topics included customers—we both had stories there—and more than a few about Rhiannon. In the end, I hauled her back to bed for another round of baby-making gymnastics.
When she was draped over me and I resumed the ability to take in oxygen, I stroked her hair until she settled against me.
“You can’t stay.”
“I know.”
“If Ivy found out…”
“Shh. Just a few minutes and I’ll head home.”
She snuggled down beside me. “Okay, just a few more minutes.”
And because sleep hadn’t been one of my top priorities with all the custom orders I’d been working on along with being on call for Kin… Well, it wasn’t shocking that I passed out.
Especially with a warm, delicious-smelling woman sprawled on me.
“August!”
“Mmm.” I rolled over and shoved my arms under the pillow, flipping it to find the cool side. My knee almost fell off the edge of the bed, for fuck’s sake.
“August, it’s three.” Her whisper was strained.
“Good, that means I can sleep for another three hours.”
“No. You were supposed to go home.” She hopped off the bed and then my jeans hit my head.
“Jesus, Kin. Who cares?”
“I do. Goddess, my neighbors will see your truck out there and…”
“What? You have a boy—guy over. Big deal.” I almost said boyfriend, but that was asking for an argument this late at night.
“And what if Ivy notices you didn’t come home?” Her hair was wild around her shoulders, and she kept pushing it out of her face as she looked under the bed.
“My boots are at the foot of the bed.”
“Right. Thank you.” She scurried around and found them, setting them on the floor beside my side of the mattress.
I sighed and sat up. “Kin, just come back to bed. I’ll leave before—”
“You know Ivy is up at weird hours to feed the baby.”