“Ready for a little breakfast?” He set his burden on the nightstand and handed her a mug of steaming coffee. He leaned over and kissed her forehead, an unexpected, sweet gesture.
She wrapped both hands around the mug and drank deeply. She’d never had a man bring her breakfast before. Sexy and macho she could handle. Sweet made her uneasy. “What’s with all this?” she asked, gesturing at the toast.
He pulled a napkin from the pocket of his jeans and handed it to her, along with a piece of toast. “I woke up and was hungry. Figured you might be, too. After all, we worked up quite an appetite last night.” His grin reduced her insides to mush.
She nibbled toast, watching him out of the corner of her eye. Despite their rather strenuous night and the early hour, he radiated vitality and sex appeal. She debated shoving aside the food and attacking him.
“What are you staring at?” He brushed crumbs from his hands.
She shifted her eyes away from him, pretending great interest in the remaining toast. “What makes you think I was staring?”
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