“Oh.” Consider the wind in my sails removed. “I understand,” I say, “I’ll be out of your hair as soon as I get dressed.”
“No.” He presses a soft kiss to my exposed shoulder. “That’s not what I meant. I have to leave, but you don’t. I have a short day today and…” His blue-green eyes hold a bit of worry that I’ve never seen before. “I’d like for you to be here when I get back.”
Butterflies dance in my stomach. “Yeah?”
Creed brushes a strand of hair away from my face, then cups my cheek. “Yeah.”
“Okay.” I can’t help but smile. “I’ll stay.”
“Okay,” he says and stands.
“But, I have to go home and get my laptop first.” My eyes dance around the room as I try to remember the vision that filled my dream last night. “I need to write while I have things fresh in my mind.”
Creed leans down and presses his lips against mine. “Looks like the muse is back in action.”
“Definitely,” I say, breathing in his clean, musky scent. “But the well may be dry by the time you get home.” I drop the sheet, giving him a glimpse of my bare breasts. “I think I’ll need you to fill it up for me again.”
Creed looks at his watch, then sets down his coffee before climbing on top of me. “My client can wait,” he says, gazing into my eyes. “How about I fill it right now?”
And he does…twice.