He set the bag in the fridge, caught her hand, and led them down the hall to his room.
And if she went by the way he looked at her, she didn’t think they’d be eating until midnight.
*
“How is italmost nine at night?”
In a drowsy state of relaxation and content, Blake gave a soft laugh. Kristen’s head against his chest gave him easy access to wander his fingers on a journey from her soft hair to the middle of her back.
“I don’t know. We’ve spent so many hours in here I lost track.”
Whether it was making love, cuddling, or eating their Indian food while surrounded by a cocoon of blankets, they’d barely left the bed.
Instead of a mindless movie in the background, they’d talked and put on music, discovering how much their tastes ran the same. She was a huge Alice in Chains fan, she’d confessed, making a little quip about taking the girl out of Seattle but not Seattle out of the girl.
It still surprised him when he thought about how easily he’d opened up about the accident to her. It wasn’t something he talked about. There were only a handful of guys at the station who even knew.
What had happened had been brutally traumatizing and painful. It wasn’t something he liked to relive. It’d taken dozens of therapy sessions to come to terms with it.
Opening up with Kristen had been instinctive. Natural. There’d been nothing forced about it. It’d brought them closer. He knew she felt it, too.
Across the room, his phone buzzed from a text. There was no temptation to leave the bed and check who’d sent it.
“You need to get some sleep. You work tomorrow.” Her soft words held regret.
He grimaced. “I wish I didn’t. You leave Sunday—we’re already running out of time.”
She sighed and kissed his chest. “Don’t remind me how fast the week is going.”
“Too fast.”
“But I’ll see you Friday at James’s dinner, though, right?” Her tone perked up. “Which is going to be hard as hell because we’re going to have act like we’re not screwing like bunnies. I don’t want James to suspect anything.”
He couldn’t resist teasing. “Just don’t give me that come get me stare, and I think we’ll be cool.”
She laughed and slapped him with the pillow. “I do not look at you like that.”
“Oh, you sure as hell do.” He eased her onto her back and propped himself on an elbow above her. “And it’ll be damn hard not to drag you off into a closet when you do.”
Her eyes were glassy with the look he’d just described as he cupped the flesh between her legs. She lowered her lashes when he slid a finger into her slick heat.
She wanted him. Again.
He stroked her, watching her growing arousal as she lowered her lashes and moved with his touch.
He lowered his head to torment her breast, teasing and sucking the tight tip until she was breathing ragged and begging.
God, he loved the way she was going after her orgasm. The way she responded to his touch so feverishly. It only took a few more strokes before he took her there. Giving a choked cry as she trembled through her climax.
He lifted his head from her breast and watched her ride the wave. “You’re beyond sexy right now.”
She bit her lip and gave a weak laugh. “Am I? Because I’m pretty sure my O face looks more like I just stepped on a Lego.”
His lips curled in amusement. “Then you must derive a weird pleasure from stepping on Legos.”
“You know I’m far from normal.”
He brushed a kiss across her mouth and smiled. “I think that’s why I like you so much.”