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Unless she was mistaken, that was coffee brewing. Ignoring the tripping of her heart, she turned left and bypassed the other bedrooms, the sitting room until she stepped into the kitchen.
He was making breakfast. Or at least, putting thin slices of beef and chicken on plates.
"You're still here."
He turned to face her, and the full effect of his dark good looks hit her like a ton of bricks. His hair was tousled, the growth on his cheeks giving him a brooding quality that was irresistible.
"I wanted to make sure you had something substantial than a candy bar to eat." Crossing to her, he cupped her face and lowered his to nuzzle and nibble. Her knees went weak, and heatflooded her. Her hands came up to curve around his wrists as he took the kiss even deeper.
"Sit. Eat." He whispered against her mouth.
"I'm running late." She murmured and had to take several breaths to steady herself. The man was lethal to her senses.
"A good meal first." He nudged her towards the counter and slid a plate of meat and toast towards her. "I don't know how you take your coffee."
She was so busy staring at him and thinking how at home he looked, to pay attention to his words. "What?"
"How do you take your coffee?"
"Black." She muttered and dug into the meal. As usual, he had pegged her right. She had not eaten much the day before and the sexual marathon had left her depleted of nourishment. She was starving.
"Thanks." She grunted when he handed her the steaming cup.
Pouring a cup for himself, he sat across from her and watched in amusement as she shoveled food into her mouth.
"What?"
"You do everything as if you're in a race."
"I already told you I'm late." Picking up her cup, she took an appreciative sip of her brew. "Why are you still here?"
He tried not to be hurt by her words and merely shrugged. "I like being here. I would like you to have dinner at the farmhouse."
Her eyes narrowed. "Why?"
"My grandparents would like to see you."
Putting the cup down slowly, she stared at him. "What have you told them?"
Amusement kindled his eyes as he sipped his coffee. "That we're sleeping together."
Her teeth clamped together as she glared at him.
"You would not dare."
His thick brows lifted. "Wouldn't I? You are right. I told them we are involved. Finish your meal."
His authoritative tone grated on her nerves and had her erupting. "You arrogant ass! How dare you assume." She swallowed the rest of it as he reached over and hauled her half across the counter. Crushing his lips to hers, he made sure she was weak and trembling when he finished.
"I will see you later."
Chapter 9
He whistled as he entered the lofty foyer of the farmhouse. He could not help himself. He was limber and relaxed after the bout of insane lovemaking last night. And he was also late. It bothered him a little, but not enough for him to feel guilty. If he could have persuaded that stubborn woman of his to take the day off and play hooky, he would have done just that and spent the day in bed with her.
A grin split his face at the thought of her wrapped around him, naked and weak from desire.
That was how his grandmother saw him as she descended the stairs. Elizabeth had time to observe before he noticed her and what she saw pleased her immensely. He had casually mentioned that he wouldn't be home for the night, and they had not pressed him. Now he was strolling in at almost a quarter past eight and looking rumpled and radiating with happiness. She was not too old to recognize the look of a well-satisfied man.
