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aloud and pulled back gently. He stared down at her, his eyes stormy. “Ryan, if you don’t stop that, we’ll never leave this bedroom again and we’ll starve to death.”
    She sighed and started to climb off the bed. “Okay, I’ll go take a shower.”
    He pulled her back into his arms and glowered at her. “Wow, that wasn’t much of a fight. Did I wear you out already?”
    She gave him a sultry smile and slid her hands down his body, sliding one hand over the hard bulge under the fly of his jeans. “Hmmm, somehow I don’t think so.”
    He grabbed her hand and pulled it up, kissing her palm. “Come on, you hussy. Daylight’s a-wasting.”
    Ryan smiled as she stumbled into the bathroom, wrapped in the blanket for modesty’s sake. She stared at herself in the mirror and gasped in horror. Mascara and eyeliner were smeared around her eyes like a raccoon’s mask and her lips were swollen from kissing. She scrubbed her face with bar soap, cringing when some of the stinging liquid got into her eye, frantically rinsing it. Then, looking at her face again, scrubbed clean and her hair looking like rats had been living in it, she couldn’t believe she was standing in her bathroom after a night of mind-blowing sex and the most gorgeous, wonderful man was waiting in her kitchen with breakfast.
    Humming to herself, she pushed all the little niggles of doubt to the back of her mind as she turned on the shower. She scrubbed her body, her hand trailing over places that Gregg had spent extra time kissing, her eyes closing and a smile spreading over her lips as flashes of the night before made her body sizzle. The hot water sprayed over her skin, loosening tight muscles that had stretched and flexed in ways they hadn’t before. But it wasn’t just what he’d done to her body. He’d told her things about himself, about his mother and sister, and how hard it had been after his dad left. He’d talked to her like he never had when she’d been just Ryan the friend. That had to mean something, right?
    She turned off the water and climbed out of the shower. She tried to get ready quickly, drying her long tresses and brushing her face lightly with the mineral base and a little mascara, trying to separate the black lashes like Megan at Macy’s had shown her. Satisfied that she looked presentable, Ryan slipped out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel and went back into her bedroom, where she opened the dresser drawer and pulled out a pair of white briefs and a cotton bra, shrugging off Gracie’s advice for today, at least. There was no way she would be comfortable running around with scratchy lace creeping up her hind end.
    After clipping the bra into place she called through the door, “So what are we doing today?”
    â€œWhat?”
    She heard his footsteps coming down the hallway and cried, “Don’t come in! I’m not dressed.”
    She could hear the grin in his voice when he replied, “So what? I’ve already seen and tasted most of you.”
    Oh man, the moths were back and wreaking havoc. “It was dark.”
    He started to open the door. “Not that dark.”
    She rushed to stop him, leaning against the door. “Stop it! I just asked what we were doing so I know what to wear.”
    He stopped trying to open the door. “Dress warmly, and I’d wear snow boots.”
    â€œSnow boots?”
    He didn’t answer, just whistled his way down the hallway. She finished throwing on a T-shirt, jeans, and a sweatshirt, and made her way out to the kitchen. Gregg stood by the counter with a cup of coffee in his hand, chewing on a muffin as he held out a white bakery bag to her.
    â€œGracie said to tell you hi.” His smile was sheepish, and she groaned out loud. Gracie was going to be hell-bent on yanking all the gory details from her. Awesome. She pulled a muffin out of the bag and took a bite,