Page 44 of Only You

She sighed. “I really would rather be in bed with you.”

It sounded like a confession.

“I would like that too. Do you have time for a shower?”

“Do you mind?”

He smiled. “No. I was hoping for a shower together this morning, but I’ll take a rain check.” Surprise lit her features, and he frowned. “What?”

“So you want a repeat?”

He snorted. “Woman, I’m not even close to being done with you.”

Declan was starting to think he never would be. The sweet smile Eileen gave him went straight to his heart. Leaning down, she cupped his face and brushed her mouth against his. He wanted more. To taste, to take. But he knew she had work to do, so he forced himself to take what she could give him. As she pulled away, her sigh of longing filled the room.

“Take your shower, and I’ll put on some coffee.”

He watched as she slipped from his bed and walked into the bathroom without an ounce of embarrassment. That ass. He closed his eyes briefly and then forced himself out of bed. After throwing on a pair of sweatpants and a T-shirt, he hurried to the kitchen. He wanted to ensure she had something to eat before she left, so he grabbed the bread he’d made yesterday and tossed it in the toaster. After that, he went to work on the coffee. By the time she walked out ten minutes later, she looked fresh and sexy, and he had a container of food ready for her.

“You use cream, right?”

“Yeah. How do you know that?”

“The brunch my mother had.”

It was four months ago, but he was starting to think there wouldn’t be much about this woman that he didn’t remember.

He had the coffee in a to-go cup from his restaurant. She took it and sipped it, her eyes lighting up. “Perfect.”

“Here,” he said, handing her a bag. She frowned and looked inside.

“You made me breakfast.”

“Hardly what I planned.”

One eyebrow rose. “You planned breakfast? Like you expected to get lucky?”

His face heated. “No. It was last night. After.”

“After? Like after you blew my mind with hot monkey sex, you planned breakfast?”

Her teasing tone had him blushing again. Like he was some teenager and not a man in his early thirties. “Don’t we have to get going? You have a crime scene, right?”

She sighed, and he hated it when her smile faded. “Yeah. I’ll get a ride-share.”

“Absolutely not. I’ll take you.”

“Declan.”

“No. My mother taught me right.”

“So, again, after the hot monkey sex, she told you to take your bed partner to a crime scene?”

He grabbed his keys and stepped around the island. This close, he could smell his soap on her and that unique scent. “No. She told me every lady should be treated with respect.”

Her eyes softened.

“Plus, you can eat while I drive.”

---