Sadie must have noticed my movement because she inches over, cuddling against me. I kiss her muzzle, and she licks my nose. I hold her as I gaze over at Chandler. I don’t know if he meant to stay the night, or if he should have, but in a way, I’m glad he did. It’s nice to wake up to someone so sexy—and also his furry companion. I actually love it.
Which freaks me the hell out.
When I kiss Sadie’s head once more, I feel someone looking at me. I look up to find Chandler’s heavy-lidded gaze.
“Morning, beautiful.”
A shiver runs down my back as I prop my hands beneath my chin. “Morning.”
He moves his arm out from beneath Sadie, much to her dismay. She growls softly, but we both know it’s not in an angry way, more a “Don’t stop touching me, Daddy” way.
I feel you, girl.
Last night was unbelievable. Chandler was kind, giving, and so damn sexy. I don’t know if I just forgot how great sex can be or if Chandler Moon just rocked my world. Either way, I am thoroughly pleased. We went at it three more times before we both finally passed out. I’ve never in my life done it so much in one night, but I don’t think either of us could get enough. At least, I couldn’t. For the first time in a long time, I felt wanted, desired, and it was one of the most amazing feelings I’ve ever had.
I rub my eyes, trying to ignore the need for him, but it’s freaking impossible. I’ve gotten a sample, and now I’m craving him even more than I did before.
“Move, you,” I hear Chandler say, and when I open my eyes, he’s pushing Sadie out of bed.
“What are you doing?”
“Trying to get to you,” he says simply as he gathers me in his arms. I go willingly, hooking my leg over his hip as our foreheads touch.
“My breath probably stinks.”
“It does,” he teases, and I grin wide. “But I don’t care.”
“Yours isn’t so hot either.”
“I know.”
“And I do care,” I say, and he flashes me his own wide smile, one that makes his eyes shine.
“Want me to move?”
“No.”
He squeezes my butt. “That’s what I thought.”
Our noses slide together before he presses his lips to my top lip. When he pulls back, it’s only to press the tip of his nose to mine. “So.”
“So.”
“Last night was really, really, I’m gonna say really again, so don’t judge me.”
I giggle softly as I thread my fingers through his hair.
“Really great.”
“It was all right,” I say, my eyes playfully teasing.
“You’re gonna make me prove you wrong, aren’t you?”
My thighs clench. “I wouldn’t be opposed to it.”
He nibbles on my lips. “I bet you wouldn’t.”
I giggle again as he kisses down my jaw.
“I feel we should have done this a long, long time ago.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah, maybe then we wouldn’t both have failed marriages.”
“You think so?”
“Know so. I would never leave this bed if you were in it.”
Oh, my heart is in so much trouble, and I know it. I can’t help but swoon. “So you just want me for sex?”
“Yup,” he teases as he nibbles on my neck, and I laugh loudly. He nuzzles my neck, kissing it softly. “I don’t want to leave.”
“You just don’t want to do the walk of shame in that loincloth.”
He chuckles against my neck before biting it softly. I take in a sharp breath as I arch into him. He inhales me, actually breathes me in as he cuddles me close. “Do you have plans today?”
“I don’t.” I graze my lips along his temple. “Do you?”
“No, but I want to make plans with you.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah,” he says lifting his head to gaze at me. “Can I take you out?”
I shrug. “I guess.”
He grins as he nips at my nose. “Don’t sound too excited.”
Oh, if only he knew how excited I really was.
“So, question.”
I have my heels up under my butt as we drive toward town. I lean on my knees as I look over at Chandler. I’m still giggling, remembering watching him run home with Sadie in a loincloth. It was probably the highlight of my day, even if he was totally embarrassed. Unfortunately, now he’s in some jeans and a pullover, hiding that stunning body. It’s a little chilly but still nothing like Tennessee, so I’m wearing jeans and a tee.
“Yes?”
“Do you feel like going by that gymnastics place and getting that job?”
Why’d he have to bring that up? I look down at my knees, picking at the holes in my jeans. “Nope.”
“Darn it. I thought I sexed you good enough to make you want to go.”
I give him a dry look. “It wasn’t that good.” I’m only kidding. It was mind-blowing, but sex with him and going into that gym are on two different spectrums. As much as he made me feel like I was the most important person in the world, I still can’t imagine anyone else would think that.