Page 79 of Tempt

The street is starting to wake up. I wave to Sawyer and Liv, who are getting into their own car across the road.

“Did Grandma and Grandpa feed you this morning?”

“Breakfast. But it’s almost lunchtime.”

Ten o’clock. Debatable.

“Can we have pancakes?”

We head inside and Andy takes his bag up to his room. I follow him there, not for an excuse to casually glance in Kat’s door on the way.

It’s open a crack and the bed is made.

I pull up, one hand on the doorframe.

Maybe she’s in the bathroom.

But that door’s open too, the light off.

Where is she?

My hands fist at my sides. I take the stairs two at a time.

I hope to hell she didn’t wake up alone and decide she regretted last night. If she wishes she’d never let me in her bed, I’m going to—

“There you are,” Kat calls from the kitchen.

The knot in my chest loosens as I find her freshly showered and wearing denim shorts and a black T-shirt tucked in. Her hair is piled into a loose ball on her head and her lips are swollen from my kisses.

She cocks her head.

“You bailed. That’s usually my move.”

“I had to pick Andy up.” I cut a look back toward my son’s room. “I didn’t want to wake you.”

“Much appreciated. Coffee?” She smiles as she holds out a mug with both hands.

This morning, she’s even more stunning than last night. Probably because I’ve touched most of those curves, felt them pressed to my body. I know the taste of her sweat, how she sounds when she comes.

Three times.

I’ve felt her shatter for me three times, and each time was utterly satisfying.

How many more ways are there to experience?

“Let’s go out for breakfast.”

Her brows lift, mock offended. “Because you don’t trust my cooking?”

The lights dances across her lips, her bare collarbone exposed by the T-shirt.

“Because if we stay here, I’m going to be thinking about fucking you against the dishwasher.”

Her expression is pure mischief.

“That sounds fun. On the counter, or just off the side?”

“Why?”

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