together. “Thank you for dinner. Tonight was perfect—a perfect first date,” she says.
“Anytime, baby.” I give her fingers a squeeze. I might have to disagree with her about it being the perfect first date. I’ll never forget waking her up after a fucked-up night, only to find she’d made it her mission to rectify the evening by setting her kitchen table and serving up Chinese food by candlelight. “It was a good night.”
“The best.” She leans over and rests her head against my shoulder.
As I drive us home, her weight settles against me, and I know she’s fallen asleep. After I park in her driveway, I carry her up the walk and manage to get her inside. I place her in bed and smile when her lashes don’t even flutter, and I pull the quilt over her. I take Bruce out, and when I get back inside, I give Mouse a couple more treats before going back to the bedroom, where Leah is still passed out. I take off her shoes, dress, and lacy bra and leave her in her lace panties. As disappointed as I am, I have to admit she’s adorable, even though she’s passed out. After I remove my own clothes, I get into bed and tuck her against my chest and wrap my hand around her hip. I listen to her breathing and fall asleep with her right where she belongs.
“Why did I drink so much?” Leah groans as she rolls away from me, dragging me out of sleep.
I roll with her and rest my hand lightly on her stomach. “Sick?”
“Headache,” she mumbles. She lifts her hands to her face and covers her eyes. “Remind me to never drink again.”
“I’ll stop you next time.” I smile and kiss the side of her head. “What time do you need to be at work?”
“Eleven.” She sighs, peeking at me between her fingers. I glance at the clock. It’s just after nine.
“You have time to shower and eat. I’ll start the water, make you breakfast, and feed Mouse before I take Bruce with me. I need to take him home since he doesn’t have food here, but I’ll be back after that.”
Her eyes close; then she says suddenly, “I passed out on you last night.”
“What?”
She looks at me. “I fell asleep on the way home last night. And obviously you put me to bed.”
“Yeah,” I agree, confused by where she’s going with this.
“Sometimes I’m sure that you can’t possibly be real; you’re too good to be true. I love you.”
“I love you too.”
She bites her lip, and her cheeks suddenly darken.
“I didn’t . . . we didn’t—”
I grin, cutting her off. “You can make it up to me tonight.” I kiss her bare shoulder. “Right now, just focus on getting in the shower and feeling better.”
“Maybe you should shower with me.”
I fight back laughter. “Baby, if I shower with you, you’re—”
She cuts me off. “I figure you’ll make me feel better.” She rolls toward me, her soft breasts pressing into my chest. Her hands slowly slide up my waist as she lowers her face to kiss me above my heart. “Please.”
There’s no way I’ll be able to deny her, so I pull her up against me and roll us out of bed. I stand and look down into her beautiful face. “All right, temptress, we’ll shower; then I’ll make you breakfast after I take Bruce home.”
Her smile is smug, and I ignore it as I lead her to the bathroom. I flip on the shower and turn toward her. Seeing her standing in nothing but a pair of deep-blue lace panties, her hair in messy waves down around her shoulders, I can’t believe she’s mine. I move toward her and place both my hands on her hips. With my thumbs in the lace, I slide the fabric down until it drops and pools at her ankles. “Step out, baby,” I say, which she does one foot at a time before kicking the light fabric away. Her hands come up to rest against my chest, and I remove my boxers. My cock springs free, and her heated gaze drops to it as she wraps her hand around it. Her hand slides up and then back down, and I growl, wrapping my hand around hers to stop her. “In the shower, now.”
Her eyes meet mine, and she nods before she follows me in under the warm spray.
I pull away from her tight grasp, then drop to my knees and look into