Page 87 of Hitting the Gap

“Sounds perfect. Good luck at your game.”

“Thanks. Send me a picture of your new office. Congrats, babe. I’m really proud of you.”

Before she could even say anything else, he hung up. She stared down at the phone. Times like this his travel schedule sucked, but at least he’d picked up the phone.

She snapped a photo of her empty office and sent it off to him. By the time he got home, she’d have a decorated office and, hopefully, officially be listed as a speaker at the conference. She covered her face with her hands and squealed as she pounded her feet on the ground. Best day ever. Time to go shopping.

Chapter 20

The door snicked shut behind him and he set his keys in the bowl by the front door. Fuck, he was tired. Their plane was supposed to get in at 9:00 pm, but because of some kind of mechanical error, it was now a little after 1:00 am. Thank god they were only flying to Texas this week and not back to the east coast.

A light illuminated the kitchen. Was Bailey still up? He veered toward the kitchen. No sign of Bailey. His chest tightened. She’d clearly left the light on for him, so he didn’t come home to a dark house. He’d never had that before. Even when he lived with roommates, it was every man for himself. No one ever left the light on for the last guy who came home.

He flicked off the light and padded down the hallway in his sock feet toward the bedroom. At the bedroom door, he pulled up short when he saw the outline of a person in his bed. The fist around his chest tightened almost to the point of pain. Fuck, everything about seeing her in his bed, waiting for him, felt right.

Although he’d asked her to sleep in his bed, he hadn’t really thought she would, especially when he’d messaged her earlier to say how late they were going to be getting in. Some animalistic piece of him wanted to tear the covers off her and stake his claim on the woman in his bed, to leave no doubt in her mind that she belonged to him.

Needing a minute to get his emotions under control, he went into the bathroom and brushed his teeth. When he finally felt like he had control of himself, he clicked off the bathroom light. As his eyes adjusted to the darkness of the room, he could hear Bailey’s body shift against the sheets. Instantly, his body was back on alert. The exhaustion he’d felt a few minutes ago was nowhere to be seen.

“Gonzo?” Bailey’s voice was husky with sleep.

“Yeah, it’s me. Sorry I woke you.”

“No, that’s okay. I’m glad you’re home. You must be exhausted.” Bailey shifted and the sheet slipped down her body, exposing her breast. Her very naked breast and his cock instantly awoke.

“I was. I’m kind of awake now.” The second he saw her in his bed, any thoughts of sleep had instantly vanished. “I like seeing you in my bed.”

“Good. I’m glad.”

“How tired are you?” he asked.

“I’m awake now.” Her voice filled with amusement as she spoke.

“Good.” He stepped closer to the mattress. “Then lose the sheet.”

“What?”

“Lose the sheet, Bailey. It’s been a long road trip and I’m tired of seeing you only in my imagination. I need to look at you.”

Her foot wrapped around the sheet and she slowly slid it further down, exposing her naked body, inch by delectable inch. The moonlight shining in through the window hit her skin, making it shine like alabaster.

Normally he wanted the lights on completely when he was with Bailey, but tonight he appreciated the romance of the moonlight. He picked up the remote for the blinds and opened them further.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“Just enjoying the way your body looks in the moonlight.”

“Oh.”

“Fuck, Bailey, if you could see the way you look right now,” he muttered.

“What do I look like?”

For once, he was at a loss for words. Talking dirty was easy. But saying the romantic shit that was floating around in his mind out loud, that was way out of his comfort zone. How could he possibly explain that she looked like a sexy Grecian goddess and the comfort of home all wrapped up in one incredibly sexy package?

He wasn’t the kind of guy who was going to tell a woman her skin looked like alabaster even if he thought it. So instead of saying any of those things, he simply went with what she would expect him to say. “You look like a fucking wet dream. Jesus, Bay, when I said I wanted to come home and find you in my bed, I didn’t have a fucking clue it would feel like this.”

“What does it feel like?”

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