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His chest caught at the word love slipping from her mouth. Sure she’d said it before but it felt different now that they’d had sex. It shocked him how much he liked it. It was way too soon for that shit. Shaking it off, he set her on the ground outside her bedroom. Pressed a kiss against her mouth and said, “We leave in fifteen.”

Bailey cupped the side of his face and smiled. “I’ll be ready.”

“I’m counting on it.”

Chapter 17

Bailey shifted her body and moved her legs slightly further apart as she stood at the mirror doing her hair the following morning. Her body protested the movement. She was sore in the best possible way. Yesterday, after their breakfast out, they’d rushed back to the apartment and barely left the bedroom for the rest of the day. She’d never had this much sex in her life. Now she knew how the women in her smutty books felt. Bloody amazing!

“Bay,” Gonzo called from her bedroom.

“In here, I’m just about ready.”

Gonzo wandered into the bathroom. His gaze slid slowly down her body, then back up.

Bailey paused mid-curl. “Uh-uh, mister, stop looking at me like that.”

He stalked closer to her. “Like what?”

“You know what. Don’t even think about it.” She held out her curling iron and pointed it at him. “I have to get you to the airport. We don’t have time for that, and I’m way too sore for what you’re thinking.”

He pulled up short and winced. “Did I hurt you?”

Bailey rolled her eyes. “You didn’t hurt me. I’m just a little tender, that’s all.”

Gonzo grinned. “Want me to kiss it better?”

Bailey laughed. “No. What I want you to do is let me finish getting ready so I don’t make you late.”

“You don’t have to take me to the airport, Bay.”

“I want to.” When Gonzo had mentioned he’d never had a woman drive him to the airport before, she’d immediately offered. It surprised her how much she wanted to take him. She didn’t just want to be the first woman to take him, she wanted to be the only woman.

He grinned. “Good.” Gonzo leaned against the wall and crossed one foot over the other like he was settling in.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

He shrugged. “I don’t know, watching you get ready.”

“Don’t you have better things to do than watch me curl my hair and do my makeup?”

“Nope. I’m a seasoned traveler. I’m all set.”

“You’re so weird.” She picked up the curling iron and grabbed a chunk of hair. Why did she feel nervous? She’d curled her hair a million times. This was nothing new. Except she’d never had a man watch her before. Suddenly, something so mundane felt intimate in a way she’d never expected. She glanced over at him as she twisted the curling iron. Gonzo watched her intently. The way his nostrils flared reminded her of what he looked like during sex, and suddenly her nipples tightened. Good lord, the man was potent. How could one little nothing look have that effect on her?

“I like your hair like that.” He pushed off the wall and walked toward her.

Bailey’s breath hitched. What was he doing?

Gonzo picked up a curl and twisted it around his finger. Their eyes met in the mirror. He groaned, dropped her hair, and stepped back. “Yeah, I’m gonna fuck you if I stay in here any longer. I’ll wait for you out there.” He flicked his thumb toward the door.

Bailey swallowed past the lump of lust she was feeling. Unable to speak, she nodded.

Alone, she slumped against the counter. How was it possible to still want him this badly? As sore as she was, if he’d asked, she wouldn’t have said no. She couldn’t. Need coursed through her. This wasn’t normal, was it? To want someone this badly?

It was probably a good thing that he was going on the road for a few days. It would give her a chance to get her emotions back under control because this was ridiculous.

Shaking it off, she picked up her curling iron and curled the last two pieces of hair. She fluffed it out, then began her makeup.

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