Page 79 of That One Night
He tipped his head to the side, looking amused. “Didn’t you ever sneak out for the night as a teen?” he asked.
She frowned. “No. Can you tell?”
“Yep. Bad boy one-oh-one. Don’t take your toothbrush with you. It’s a dead giveaway.”
Emery blinked. “How many times did you sneak out?”
“Too many. Best not to ask.” He winked. “Shit, there’s a bit of a t-shirt sticking out. We need to tuck it in.” He pulled at her pillow, and she realized what he could see.
Not her clothing, all piled up to look like her. But the t-shirt she’d been sleeping with every night.
He lifted it up then looked at her, his lip quirking.
“Shut up,” she said, grabbing it back. “I like to smell it, all right?”
His smirk turned into a full-on grin. “You can smell the real thing tonight.” He folded it up and put it back under her pillow. “If you’re short of clothes, Emery, all you have to do is ask.”
She laughed, because she liked how lighthearted he was right now. Their talk earlier felt like it had cleared the air. He was so handsome when he was chilled out. It made her heart feel tight.
“I thought tonight was all about not wearing any clothes,” she teased him.
“My thoughts exactly. Now, are you coming back to mine, or do I have to carry you there?”
She glanced at her watch. Another half an hour and her mom would likely be home. “Carrying would probably be faster,” she told him. But before she could tell him she was kidding, he was lifting her over his shoulder, strolling out of her room with her in his arms like she was no weight at all. And she knew that to be untrue.
Still, he managed to get down the stairs without dropping her, and closed the front door behind them without letting go. She was still upside down, her face against his back, when they made it back through his own gate.
Frank let out a low noise. Like they were disturbing him.
“Sorry, fella,” she murmured. “Now I know how you feel when he carries you.”
The goat didn’t even open an eye as Hendrix made it through the front door, not letting her go until he’d closed it firmly behind them.
And once she was upright – and a little dizzy – her stomach let out a low grumble.
“You’re finally hungry,” he murmured. “Let me warm up the pasta. Get you fed and back to bed.”
“Every woman’s dream,” she told him. “Now get to it.”
Chapter
Twenty-Two
“Damn.”Hendrix widened his eyes, his vision focusing on the clock beside his bed. It was almost eight o’clock. “Emery, you awake?”
“Five minutes,” she muttered, rolling over onto her side. She looked so damn comfortable in his bed, her hair a hot mess, her cheeks pink, her skin soft. He hated having to wake her.
But she’d hate the consequences of sleeping in even more.
“It’s almost eight o’clock,” he told her, leaning over to kiss her cheek.
That did it. A second later her eyes opened wide. “Wait, what?”
“We slept through the alarm.” It was Saturday morning. He was supposed to work until midday like he did every Saturday. And he swore he’d set the alarm for six.
He couldn’t remember the last time he hadn’t been woken up by the blast of his clock radio. But then again, he couldn’t remember the last time he had sex three times in one night, either.
His appetite for this woman was insatiable.
