He cut into my thoughts when he murmured, “Mornin’.”
I almost jumped out of my skin when he spoke. Turning my face up to his, I found those eyes of his that saw everything, focused on me. The intense way he often watched me never failed to stir butterflies in my stomach. “Morning.”
He placed his arm around me, sliding his hand down my back to rest just above my ass. “You sleep well?” God, how I loved his voice first thing in the morning. I mean, I loved it all the time, but particularly when it was husky from sleep.
Despite being skin-to-skin with him, I attempted to wriggle even closer. By the time I was done, I was practically lying on top of him. “I did. Did you? You were so tired.”
“It’s been a long week. I’m glad it’s over, because now I’ve got you all to myself for two days.”
I grimaced. “Well, I do have two massages I have to give and then I have that wedding to perform at tonight, remember? Which means I have to leave just after one to get there and set up. And that means I have to start getting ready at about eleven thirty.”
“Fuck, it takes you an hour and a half to get ready? What do you have to do?”
I pulled a face and huffed at him. “I love how guys think women just magically appear all beautiful. Honestly, if you knew the number of hours we spend doing hair and make-up and getting dressed, you’d realise just how lucky you were to be born a male.”
He grinned and pressed a quick kiss to my lips. “Keep talking dirty to me, gorgeous. You know my dick gets hard when you go all spitfire on me.”
Ignoring him, I said, “So, that means we have about eight hours before I have to leave you. But I am free all day tomorrow.”
His arm tightened around me as he said, “I’m counting on it.”
That intrigued me. “Why? You got something planned?”
He ran his fingers lightly over my skin. “I thought I’d take you on a long ride up to The Entrance.” A sexy smile spread across his face as he added, “Maybe get you in a bikini and spend the day in the sun.”
I traced his lips with my fingertip and said, “A bikini, huh? What if I don’t do
bikinis?”
Lines creased his forehead as he frowned. “Why the fuck wouldn’t you? Your body is made for a bikini, Hailee.”
“Maybe I don’t like men ogling me.” I didn’t. I hated it. And I hadn’t worn a bikini since I was about fifteen.
“They wouldn’t want to so much as look at you while you’re with me.” His mood darkened a little, and I knew that me wearing a bikini could be a very bad idea.
“Well, I don’t own a bikini, so this whole conversation is a waste. Now, tell me, what did you and my brother discuss last night? We never did get around to talking about that.” He’d told me we would talk about it when we got home, but after visiting King, that was all forgotten.
He stalled, and I thought maybe he would try to fob me off, but he didn’t. “He gave me the usual grilling a brother gives his sister’s new guy.”
I would kill Aaron when I saw him next. “I’m sorry. He does this to every guy I see. He’s a complete asshole to them and usually scares them off.”
Devil rolled, taking me with him so that I ended up underneath him. Caging me in with his hands planted on the mattress either side of me, he said, “Nothing and no one is scaring me off, Hailee. Don’t worry about your brother. He’ll come around when he realises I’m not going to hurt you.”
I hadn’t realised that I was concerned about Aaron convincing Devil to walk away, but the relief that engulfed me when he said no one could scare him off told me otherwise.
Smiling up at him, I attempted to coax him into the shower. It was my preferred place for him to fuck me in the mornings. “I think we should move this to the shower.”
He grinned, knowing exactly where my mind had gone. “You know I’m always down for that.” He moved swiftly off the bed and I followed right behind, only to be caught by surprise when he lifted me over his shoulder to carry me into the bathroom. Chuckling at my surprise, he said, “And don’t think I’ve forgotten about that bikini. I’m making it my mission to convince you that you should wear one.”
As much as I had no intention of ever wearing one, I loved his determination. Or maybe it was just the fact that he really, really liked me and would go out of his way to show me. A girl needed that in her life, and it had been far too long since I’d had it.
“Put me down!” I squealed as Devil scooped me up into his arms and carried me from my lounge room to my bedroom. His eyes sparkled with devious intent as he ignored me and continued on.
We’d spent the morning together at his house, and he’d then brought me back to my place so I could get ready for work. Eleven thirty ticked closer on the clock, and I really only had five minutes until Dylan would arrive to pick me up. He’d agreed to be my chauffeur for the day.
“I’m not letting you go until you agree for me to pick you up after the wedding tonight,” Devil said as he dumped me on my bed. We’d been going back and forth arguing over this, and he was being his usual demanding self.
I shifted so I could rest on my elbows while I stared up at him. “Why do you have to keep arguing with me over this? I’ve already organised for Dylan to bring me home. I could get him to drop me off at your place if that would make you happy.”