Page 66 of Cabin Fever

TWENTY-ONE

Olivia

HE WAS GONE.

I patted his side of the bed, hoping Carter would reappear. But it was cool. The morning after the most incredible night of my life and the guy who ended up giving me five orgasms—three the first time and then two more before we passed out—snuck off.

Was he embarrassed that I was still here? Most of the guys I'd had sex with had to scurry off first thing in the morning. That's why I thought Derrick was different, he wanted me to stick around. Now I knew the real reason he enjoyed my presence and it had nothing to do with me but everything to do with my name.

I thought Carter was different. He didn't show much interest in my background. And when I mentioned where I was from, he acted like it was the last place he ever wanted to visit. Which, knowing his past, I didn't blame him.

He did mention me going back with my sister. Maybe that's what Carter wanted?

The bedroom door swung open and Carter stood there, Kitty at his feet, with a tray.

"Breakfast in bed," he announced in the worst British accent I have ever heard.

Shaking my head, I felt my cheeks warm. I should stop jumping to wild conclusions.

I grabbed a tangled blue throw on top of the bedspread and wrapped it around my shoulders as I sat up.

Carter stopped moving closer to the bed. "Don't cover up."

His frown was ridiculous and adorable, and I couldn't help but laugh.

"It's cold." I pulled the blanket closer to my body.

With a groan, Carter finally came over, placing the tray across my lap.

"Fine, but can I watch you take a bath?"

"That sounds a bit creepy."

His lips pursed and he nodded. "It did. I knew it as soon as I said it. I went too far."

I reached up, cupping his cheek. "You're adorable."

Taking my hand to his lips, Carter kissed the inside of my palm. "And you're sexy."

With his broken arm, as if I wouldn't notice, he brushed back the blanket draped across my chest, exposing my nipple. Tilting his head, he unleashed the puppy dog eyes on me.

"Fine, but I'll only expose one. Which boob do you want? Boob A or boob B?" I pointed to each breast accordingly while lifting the steaming mug of coffee to my lips.

"How can I choose? If I pick boob A, with its cute little freckle just above your nipple and perfect upturn, then I miss out on boob B's instant attraction."

"Instant attraction?"

His answer came in a demonstration. Carter brushed aside the blanket and with one of the fingers protruding from his cast, he lightly brushed it across the tip of my nipple. I watched in fascination as it quickly puckered.

Then he did the same to boob A, only that nipple started to tighten but changed its mind halfway.

"You only get to choose one despite each boob's unique qualities."

He groaned and rubbed his face as if I asked him to choose between his sheep and Kitty.

"You're a farmer, Carter. You knew there would be days when you'd have to make tough decisions."

I tried to keep the grin from rising but when he pulled at his hair, struggling to decide, laughter bubbled up from my throat.

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