Dawn’s early rays lit up my apartment, and I’d never felt so warm and comfortable as I woke up. But then again, I’d never woken up next to anyone like this. He was already awake, his thumb trailing over my naked shoulder, drawing circles on my skin.
“Hi, handsome,” I murmured sleepily. My body ached in all the right places, reminding me of how roughly he’d taken me last night. How much I’d liked it.
Even if he’d been distant afterward, pulling away from me. After we’d both cleaned up, I’d almost expected him to leave. Had he gotten everything he wanted from me, and how I’d have to say goodbye? I didn’t want that. Despite how insane it was, I wanted the chance to get to know him better.
And maybe dothatagain.
“Good morning.” Zain leaned over, kissing my forehead.
“Yes,” I agreed, stretching out with a sleepy yawn. “It is.”
“It wasn’t too much, was it? Last night?” His face—all those sharp lines that had first captured my attention—looked worried, and I shook my head.
“No. It was… perfect.” Because there were no other words todescribe it. He’d made me feel like stars were exploding on my skin every time he touched me, the drag of his fingertips on my body, the way he’d worked me up higher and higher?—
Gods, it was like he knew what my body needed before I did.
One corner of his lips tilted up, and I reached up, letting my fingers brush against the scruff of his jaw. “You look good like this.” My fingers ran over those beautiful lips that had explored all over my body, wanting to commit this to my memory. If this was the only night we’d have together, I didn’t want to forget one bit of it.
“In your bed?” He asked.
I moved my finger over the smile lines on his cheeks. “Yes.”No. Happy.But that felt like too much to admit.
He captured my hand, kissing my palm before bringing our lips together to take my mouth. It was a soft, lazy kiss—nothing like what we’d shared last night, but the intimacy of it all was almost too good. I sank into the warm, fuzzy feeling, enjoying the way it felt like little bolts of electricity were shooting up my skin from his touch.
“I should go,” he murmured, trailing a finger over my bare skin.
“Or you could stay. Spend the day with me. I could call in sick.” After all, I was already late. If the sun was up, I was normally already baking. What was a few more hours?
He raised an eyebrow. “Call in sick to yourownbusiness?”
“Sure.” I shrugged. “I’ll just put up a sign on the door.Oven’s broken. Be back tomorrow.” A giggle erupted from my lips, thinking about the townspeople going without their favorite scones and muffins. But they could do without me for one day—right? There were still plenty of baked goods to put out in the display case, even if I didn’t bake anything fresh today.
But Zain shook his head, standing up from the bed. “I wish I could. I have to get back.” A deep sigh emitted from his throat as he reached down to grab his pants, pulling them back up over his well-toned thighs.
Goddess, the man had a beautiful physique, including that ass I wanted to dig my fingers into once again.
“Will I see you again?” I asked, trying not to sound hopeful.
But what did I know about this man? I’d let him into my home—into my bed—and if he disappeared tomorrow, that would be that. And I’d have to pretend I wasn’t disappointed.
He chuckled as he zipped up the pants before flicking the button closed. “You’d want that?”
“After last night, you have to ask?” I sat up, holding the sheet to my body as I watched him dress. Covering up that body seemed almost illegal, but I couldn’t complain now. Not when he was right. I had a job to do—and so did he.
Zain quirked an eyebrow as he shrugged his shirt back onto his shoulders, buttoning it with more precision than I’d ever seen a man have.
I simply nodded, doing my best not to look as overly eager as I felt. “Yes. I’d want that.” Of course I did.
How could he think I wouldn’t? What girl could get three orgasms from a man in one night and not want to see him again?
A wicked grin split his face. “Good.”
He leaned in to place a soft kiss on my lips, and then his finger tugged at a strand of hair next to my ear.
“Tomorrow?” I asked, holding my breath and trying not to analyze why I was so quickly becoming dependent on this man.
Why I felt like not seeing him would be like the end of my world. I knew it—we’d only had two nights together, after all, and it wasn’t like I had any preconceived notions about wherethis was going. But for once, I didn’t want to worry about the future.