Page 41 of Last Shot at Love

Sleep?

We weren’t going to have sex? To my shock, the relief washing through me was tinged with more than a touch of disappointment.

“Cer, we can have sex if you—”

His arms tightened, and he threw a leg over me. “Go to sleep, woman.”

The man was invading my personal space in a way no one had dared to attempt before…

And I liked it.

Ignoring the dissatisfied aching in certain parts of my anatomy, I scooted back against Cerulean’s chest and closed my eyes.

“Rise and shine, my little creature of the night.”

Blinking hard, I scowled at Cerulean’s smiling face. “Vampires aren’t creatures of the night anymore. That nickname was solely based on the past when we needed the cover of darkness to feed—”

“Yeah, yeah. All I’m hearing is blah, blah—”

I sat up, raising a brow, and pinned him with a warning glare. “I’m going to wake up and choose violence if you even think about finishing that.”

Before he could respond, I caught the mouth-watering scent of a cheese omelet and rare steak. It was wafting in my direction from the tray Cerulean was holding.

My murderous desires were instantly forgotten. Scrambling to my knees, I watched hungrily as he placed the tray on the bed in front of me.

“Is that for me?” I couldn’t hide the note of pleading from my voice.

“Yes, it is. I woke up thinking a werewolf was attacking us… it turned out it was just your stomach growling in your sleep.” The rich, velvety sound of his laughter sent heat washing through my body.

Sitting down on the edge of the bed, Cerulean held out the steaming cup of coffee to me. With a grin of appreciation, I downed it with embarrassing speed.

“Careful! You’ll burn yourself.” He reached out and tried to take the mug from me but changed his mind at my warning hiss. “Fine, keep it. I thought vampires only chugged blood with that much enthusiasm?”

I sipped the dark brew and shrugged. “Most vampires might prefer blood. But as far as I was concerned, other than the taste of your blood, coffee beats blood every time.”

We fell silent, and picking up a fork, I began to eat.

As I chewed a bite of perfectly seared steak, Cerulean cleared his throat. “Would you mind if I go stretch in the ocean for a bit? I won’t stay gone long.”

“You don’t have to ask permission, Cer.” I leaned forward to brush my fingers along his jaw. “I understand you need time in the water, especially after staying on land with me all night.”

The faint worry lines eased from his face. “Thank you, darling.”

“I’ll finish eating and check my emails. Then, when you return, maybe we could explore the resort together?” I suggested.

Cerulean placed a kiss on the top of my head. “Sounds like a plan. Be back soon!”

I watched him stride out onto the patio, enjoying the play of muscles beneath his skin. With breathtaking agility, he dove into the water without so much as a splash.

A faint spasm shot through my chest, and I rubbed my palm against it. What was wrong with me?

You don’t like to be away from him.

I shushed my ridiculous inner thoughts. I barely knew him!

Besides, how would I be able to work full time once we returned home if I became so clingy I couldn’t stand to be separated from him?

Shoving those thoughts into a dark corner of my mind, I finished eating so I could focus my attention on work.

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