Page 17 of Wild Rush
“Ah…this looks like it.” He smiled and maneuvered them into the room with the unmade bed and clothes tossed in the corner.
So Reena wasn’t a neat freak. Good to know. Personally, he didn’t see the point of making a bed when you were just going to mess it up again. And while he had no intention of messing this one up the way he’d like tonight, he definitely had plans to do so in the future.
After he’d spent the next few days getting under Reena’s skin the way she’d gotten under his.
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Reena woke sluggishly, the smell of fresh coffee drawing her out of slumber. Stretching her arms over her head, she moaned in pleasure as muscles grew taut with a satisfying ache.
“Morning, beautiful.”
“Argh!” She sprang upright and slapped a hand over her pounding heart. “Crap.”
“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.” Rush smiled as he sat on the edge of her bed.
Blinking rapidly, Reena wondered if it were possible she was still asleep, dreaming.
His smile widened. “Thought you might like some caffeine to help you wake up.”
Nope. Not a dream. She’d forgotten. How could she forget he was here?
“Thank you,” she murmured while wrapping her fingers around the cup he offered. She brought the fragrant brew to her lips and took a generous sip.
Sugared and creamed exactly the way she liked.
“You remember how I have my coffee?” she asked after another energy-boosting gulp.
“Just one of the many things about you I’ll never forget.” He brushed a finger down her nose and tapped the end. “There’s more where that came from. Meet you in the kitchen. I’ve got breakfast cooking.”
“You’re cooking?”
He nodded and got to his feet. “Can’t spend the morning exploring the city on empty stomachs.”
“The city?”
“You promised to be my tour guide. Thought we’d head down to Inner Harbor today. Visit the aquarium, walk the waterfront. Sound good?”
Reena could only nod. The man had spent the night in her house and they hadn’t had sex. Well, not that she could remember… “Which room did you take?”
Rush paused in the doorway and grinned. “This one.”
He left her bedroom before she could form another question.
He’d slept in here? With her?
Her gaze jerked to the other side of the bed.
Sure enough, there was a distinct indent in the pillow that wasn’t hers and the sheet had come untucked on the far side of the bed, the blanket rumpled.
He’d slept with her.Nextto her.
And she’d been completely oblivious.
She sighed. “Damn.” Disappointed and pleased at the same time, she downed the rest of her coffee.
Banging and clattering filtered into the room. It sounded as though Rush was making himself at home in her kitchen. The level of noise meant he was either doing as promised—cooking breakfast—or demolishing the place.
Intrigued, Reena threw back the covers. Finding herself in her usual sleep shorts and shirt, she tried to recall getting into them the night before and couldn’t. Had Rush undressed and dressed her?
