Flash Burned (Burned 2)

And then there was Dane. One look at him and my internal temperature skyrocketed.

He stood in the middle of the room, wearing dark-gray lounging pants. Nothing more. My mouth watered at the sight of him, so tall, tan, and gorgeous. His sculpted chest and ridged abs drew my attention before my gaze drifted up to his devilishly handsome face.

Our eyes locked. He said into the phone, “I’ll call you back.” He disconnected and slid the cell into his pocket. “Interesting look,” he told me as he took in my disheveled state. “Damn sexy.”

“Like I just rolled out of bed after spending the night with a man I couldn’t get enough of?”

“Or he couldn’t get enough of you.”

“Ah, except that he left me in rumpled sheets this morning, when he should have woken me up and made love to me again.”

Dane winked. “As much as I was tempted to do just that, I like you cognizant of me when I’m inside you. As it was this morning … Baby,” he said as he closed the gap between us. “I’m not sure how to break this to you, but you snore like a buzz saw when you’re exhausted.”

My head snapped back and I playfully swatted at him. “I do not!”

With a healthy laugh, he said, “I’ll be sure to record you next time.”

“Dane!”

He gathered me in his strong arms and kissed me senseless. Then told me in a rumbling voice, “I’m to blame. I shouldn’t have kept you up, or drained you even more by making love to you.”

“Never say that,” I begged.

He kissed my forehead. “Why don’t you eat something? Rosa was here earlier than usual and left breakfast. I think she’s worried you’re going to get tired of my limited culinary skills and leave me.”

“Not a chance. I could starve and still want you.” I kissed him. “But that won’t happen, because we have the very brilliant Chef D’Angelo on our side. He gave me a fantastic recipe for this evening.” I p

ulled away and said, “Oh, shit. I forgot to tell you. My dad and I don’t eat turkey and ham on Thanksgiving Day. We’re going a bit off the beaten path when he comes for dinner.”

“That’s fine.” One dark brow jerked up. “You did notice the massive amount of food I consumed at all three events yesterday? It’s a wonder I didn’t end up in the ER with my stomach pumped.”

“No one said you had to eat everything.”

“It was just so damn good.”

I couldn’t argue that point. Nor could Kyle, because he’d pretty much scarfed down everything in sight. As had the rest of the staff. The only reason I hadn’t devoured all the mouthwatering food was because I’d been busy assessing the planning my team and I had executed, deflecting Kyle, and trying to placate Dane while I purposely kept him at arm’s length so no one would speculate about us.

No wonder I’d slept until ten.

Thinking of that made me jump. “I have to call my dad. We missed a round with him at his golf club—sacrilege in his eyes.” And one more detail in my life that I’d accidentally let slip.

“I took care of it,” Dane said. “Phoned him a little after seven. I reminded him about all the activities at the hotel yesterday and how fatigued you were. He completely understood. We rescheduled for noon, if you’re up to it.”

My heart melted. “You don’t miss a beat, and think of everything.” I kissed him again, then added, “I’ll hop in the shower and we can go.”

I whirled around, but he snaked an arm around my waist and hauled me up against him, my back to his front. “Not so fast. There’s time for you to eat breakfast, and you’ll need the fuel for the course.”

“True.”

“Plus…” He turned me to face him. “I want you to acknowledge what happened between us last night.”

I toyed with him. “A really great orgasm?”

He nipped at my lower lip. “Now’s not the time to be a smart-ass.”

“Actually, sarcasm and comedy are all about timing.”

His eyes smoldered. My body burned.