“I am on my side. This bed is tiny.”
What? My eyes fluttered open to see the green wall. He’d crawled into bed with me, rather than attempt the move again.
“You’re obnoxious.”
He chuckled. “You didn’t leave me any other choice.” Beneath the sheets, his large hand curled around me tighter. “You hungry?”
The thought of food woke me some. “What time is it?”
“Five-thirty.”
Turning over to face him almost sent me off the bed because there was no room to maneuver. The bedroom door was open and early morning light came in from the living area. His eye was almost back to normal with just a faint purple shadow clung below it.
“What are you making me for breakfast?”
His hand settled in the small of my back with ease. “What makes you think I’m making you breakfast?”
“I’m your guest. It’s polite, and I didn’t exactly get a good night’s sleep.”
“That’s your fault, not mine. You chose this bed.” Before I could protest, he covered my mouth with his. His soft lips pressed to mine and encouraged my participation. The spark between us flared, burning brighter and hotter as his tongue gently slipped into my mouth. The thought slammed into me. Dominic . . . was he even better at kissing than he was at fucking?
I didn’t get a chance to test the theory. He drew back abruptly and sat up, taking his warmth away. He ran a hand over the scruff covering his jaw, and turned his gaze toward the kitchen.
“What do you want for breakfast?” he asked.
“I want what we were just doing.” I reached a hand out and set it on his arm, tugging him back toward me, but he wouldn’t budge.
He blew out a short breath. “Yeah, me, too, but I don’t have time.”
“You can be late.”
There was that deep laugh. “Late? That word doesn’t exist in Japanese culture.”
I sat up and tossed the covers back, wanting the desire to drain from my body. It was alarming how quickly he’d turned me on. “Fine. What do you have to eat?”
“Frosted Flakes.” He stood. “I don’t have milk, though.”
“Delicious.” My eyes were fixed on his body.
A smile broke on his face. He must have put his boxers back on before coming into my room, but they was the only thing covering his insane body. I enjoyed every defined curve of his chest and the notched washboard abs below it, leading my eyes like an arrow downward.
I swung one foot then the other and stood, stretching my arms up over my head. He took the lead from me. His gaze caressed down over my tight and thin white tank top and lingered there for a moment at the swell of my breasts before working lower to the shorts and my bare legs. The muscles along his jawline flexed, and I’d swear I saw him swallow hard.
“I have to leave this room now, devil woman.” And he fled to the kitchen.
I crunched a bowl of dry cereal and stared at the Japanese version of Tony the Tiger while Dominic showered and dressed. Seeing him packaged in a suit was a close second to the boxers, and he smelled earthy and manly as he came close, pouring himself a cup of coffee.
“Not to sound all domestic,” I said with a mouthful of cereal, “but when will you be home?”
He hesitated. “I stay until the ship’s secured. They stick as close to the schedule as they can, but there’s a lot of uncontrolled variables that usually derail it.”
I understood what he hadn’t exactly said. “You don’t know.”
“If inventory is balanced, the wind doesn’t interfere with the crane, and the ship doesn’t have any maintenance issues, they pull out of the port at five. I’ll text you if that changes.” He went to the narrow bookshelf beside the couch and pulled out glossy brochures, splashing them on the dining table. A pen appeared from his suit pocket and he scribbled a note on it.
“WiFi password.” A yellow map was pulled from the pile of papers. “This is the map of the train. Take this if you go out. Some of the trains don’t have any English and you’ll get lost.” He shifted his weight from one foot to the other as if uncomfortable.
“What’s with you?”