I pulled the sheet tighter around me. “It’s freaking cold.”
“Didn’t even notice.”
“You looked lost in thought. Anything you want to talk about?”
Hunter’s eyes met mine. He seemed to deliberate for a moment, but then he shook his head and looked away as he spoke.
“No. Just couldn’t sleep.” He stood. “Come on. Let’s get you back to bed.”
He was quiet as we walked back to the bedroom and even quieter as we slipped back into bed. Just like last night, he lay on his back and pulled me to him so my head rested on his chest. I listened to his heartbeat for a while, and even though I found it soothing, I still had an unsettled feeling.
Turning over from my side to my belly, I put two hands on Hunter’s chest and used them to prop up my head so I could see his face while I spoke.
“Do you have trouble sleeping often?”
“Sometimes.”
“Is it trouble falling asleep or staying asleep?”
“Both.”
“Is it because you have a lot on your mind?”
“Maybe.”
“You know what I heard helps with that?”
“What?”
“Giving more than a one-word answer,” I said sarcastically.
Hunter’s lip twitched. “You know what I heard helps?”
“What?”
He did some ninja-like move that flipped me onto my back, and suddenly he was hovering over me. “Strenuous physical activity.”
“Umm…how often do you wake up? Because if that’s the case, I might not be able to walk by Monday.”
The cloud that had shadowed his eyes only a few moments earlier seemed to lift. “Would you think I was a total dick if I admitted I’d love for you to burn every time you sit down on Monday?”
“You want me in pain?”
“No, I want you to remember what it felt like for me to be inside you.”
I was certain that wouldn’t be a problem. I raised my hands over my head and arched my back, hoisting my breasts toward his face. “Do your best, Mr. Delucia.”
***
Hunter had a few hours of work he needed to do, so I went down to the Italian grocery store I’d spotted at the corner to pick up something for lunch. We’d stayed up until after the sun rose and finally fallen back asleep until after ten. I’d woken to Hunter’s erection prodding me from behind as we spooned. The man had an insatiable appetite for sex.
I picked out all of my favorite finger foods to snack on for lunch—black olives, stuffed grape leaves, fresh mozzarella and tomatoes with basil, marinated mushrooms—rather than just a boring sandwich or something. By the time I got to the cash register, my handheld basket weighed a ton, and I’d managed to ring up eighty dollars worth of crap.
Hunter had given me a key to get back in, but my hands were too full, so I used my foot to knock. He came to the door with a pencil behind his ear, a pair of low-hanging sweatpants, and no shirt. Damn. All these good Italian snacks—and him.
“Sorry. I didn’t want to put everything down to use the key because one of the bags is starting to break. I think the olive container spilled because my hand is holding the groceries in.”
Hunter grabbed the two bags from my left arm and attempted to take the other.