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"Thanks." Before she could even consider the fact that she was standing naked in front of him and her giant picture window facing Main Street, Ian had her bundled up in the quilt papoose style, disregarding his own lack of clothes.
"Should we finish my tour of the house or do you want to go get that late lunch I promised you?"
He was holding the front of the quilt closed and dusting little kisses on the side of her mouth. Bree felt herself warming up, from the inside out. He was seriously cute, and she liked that he wasn't trying to run out on her now that they'd had sex. She was hungry, but somehow the idea of leaving her house with Ian, going out in public minutes after they'd touched each other in such intimacy, made her feel weird.
Which meant she needed to get a grip and just do it. She was a grown woman, and dating—if they could call it that—a lawyer from Chicago was not a dirty little secret. "Food is good."
"You're good." Ian gave her a searing kiss, the tangy taste of sex still in his mouth.
Bree freed her hands from the blanket and placed them directly on his bare butt. Nice and tight. She squeezed lightly, and he bumped forward against her.
"Can I pick up some stuff and spend the night here?" he asked. "Do you mind?"
Hell no. "I'd like that."
"Good. Now get off my ass or we'll never get out of here."
Bree pulled her hands away with a grin. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"Sure you don't." Ian turned and reached for his boxer shorts. He was holding them in his hand when he glanced back at her. "Hey, Bree?"
"Yeah?" She had no idea what he was going to say, but she wasn't worried. She trusted Ian, for whatever reason. "How do your dreams end?"
"They always end right before, well, right before I have an orgasm." She refused to blush.
He studied her for a second, then nodded. "Mine too. So I guess we're on our own from here on out."
"Guess so." The reality of being with him felt too satisfying to worry about it though, and it was so much better than dreaming.
"Reality is definitely more satisfying than dreaming."
Bree felt that shiver run up her spine again as his words echoed her thoughts. She didn't understand what had happened, was happening, but she was too much a believer in signs to deny it or back down.
This, whatever this was, was meant to happen. "Yes, it is. Infinitely more satisfying."
Ian pulled the condom off of himself with a wince. "Though messier."
Bree laughed. "True. But I'm willing to get a little messy if you are."
"I am. I absolutely am."
The look in his eyes was so fierce and sensual that Bree stepped back before they got messy all over again. She would spontaneously combust if he touched her again without a recovery period.
"Good."
And hopefully that one word would convey everything she was feeling, confused and mysterious and overwhelming as it was.
Chapter 5
Ian wasn't sure why he had ordered eggs and hash browns at four o'clock, but it just seemed like the appropriate thing to eat at a place called the Busy Bee Diner. The booth was sticky, the portions huge, and the waitresses sassy and efficient. He drank his coffee black and smiled across the table at Bree.
She still had a tousled look to her, her cheeks flushed and her hair erratic. He liked to see her this way, liked knowing he had satisfied her.
"This isn't exactly the fine dining you get in Chicago," she said, glancing around the restaurant.
"No. But I grew up in a town like Cuttersville, so I'm comfortable here."
Bree looked at him in amazement. "You did? I have a hard time picturing that."
