Page 119 of Seale the Deal

Then he shifts, pulling out, dropping beside me and immediately drawing me into him, his arm wrapping around me like it belongs there.

He presses a kiss to my temple. Then another.

I’m not used to this part.

The staying wrapped in each other.

Captain Skinny-Dick would have been halfway to the kitchen by now. But Ruger stays.

And I decide right there that I’m not going to let old ghosts ruin this moment.

Still good? he asks, fingers moving absently along my arm.

Mostly.

That gets his attention. He pulls back to study my face. Mostly?

I’m hungry.

A chuckle rumbles from his chest as he glances at his watch. Guess we skipped dinner.

I shrug. We both ate something.

He laughs again, but lower this time. Then, he pulls me into a kiss that knocks every thought in my head loose. My stomach may be grumbling, but right now, I’m starving for something else entirely.

Okay, he says when we finally come up for air. He glances down at himself, lips quirking. Let me take care of this, and then I’ll make you something.

I catch his arm before he can move. Food. Then round two.

His mouth curves into a slow, sinful smile. That works for me.

The dinner Ruger cooked is now cold, but I still inhaled like it was a five-star meal. I’m not sure how I avoided cramping during the workout he gave me afterward, but I fell asleep boneless and completely wrung out.

Morning sunlight filters between his curtains, warming my bare stomach. I should get up. I promised Audrey I’d be back at the shop today, but every memory I have in this bed is enough to glue me to the mattress.

The shower’s running, and I toy with the idea of joining him… but I take too long deciding. The water shuts off, footsteps cross the hall, and then—

The door swings open.

Ruger strolls in gloriously naked, towel-drying his hair and beard.

Morning, he says, as if his perfect, naked body isn’t a lethal weapon.

I sit up, letting the comforter slide down. His gaze drops over my body, slow and hungry, and I watch him harden under it.

Fuck, he mutters. You have the most amazing tits.

He’s on the bed in under a second, taking one in his mouth, sucking and teasing until I arch against him.

One more time, he says between licks.

I have to get to work. The words are weak at best.

A quickie.

Like I’m capable of saying no to that.

A quickie turns into Ruger eating me out in the shower. By the time we find our clothes, my legs feel like they’ve been swapped out for overcooked noodles.