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He frowned and shook his head. “Not sleeping on your fuckin’ sofa, Dani. Also, not gonna fuck you if you don’t want me to fuck you. What I am gonna do is hold my woman and sleep until I’m called up again.”
“I am not a slut, Austin.”
“Never said you were.” He scowled down at me. “What the fuck, Dani?”
I bit my lip. “This is just going too fast.”
“Jesus, Dani.” He set me away from him and left the kitchen to lock up the apartment, returning quickly, and grabbing my hand. He led me back to my bedroom and faced me. “What side?”
“Excuse me?”
“What side of the bed do you want?”
I let out a frustrated sigh. “Window.”
He laid his gun and phone on the nightstand by the door and promptly removed his clothes, graciously keeping his boxer briefs on. I swallowed at the sight of his body. God, it was still as magnificent as I remembered. He pulled the covers back and flopped onto the mattress, linking his hands behind his head. “You comin’?”
“I… um… have to take my makeup off and brush my teeth.”
“Be quick, babe, yeah?”
“No funny business.”
“I’m too tired for funny business.”
I shook my head, my attempt at keeping him out of my bed a big fat failure, and headed to the bathroom. After removing my contacts, washing my face, and brushing my teeth, I opened my closet, found some pajama bottoms and a cami and changed into them in the closet. I flipped off the light and made my way to the bed, pulling the covers back and slipping inside. I was promptly pulled onto Austin’s chest and kissed to distraction.
He rolled me so his chest was to my back. “‘Night, baby.”
“Goodnight,” I whispered.
I scooted closer and his arms tightened around me. I smiled as I closed my eyes. This was pure bliss.
Danielle
I WAS AWOKEN Monday morning by my alarm. My bed was empty, but the delicious smell of Austin was still attached to my sheets.
I rubbed my eyes and stretched. I had parent-teacher conferences all day, so I needed to get my butt up and moving, but all I wanted to do was turn back time so I could snuggle up to Austin again.
“‘Mornin’, babe.”
I turned my head toward the door to find Austin standing at the threshold. He wore jeans, sans shirt and he was positively edible.
“Mmm, hi.” I sat up and smiled. “I thought you’d be gone by now.”
“Didn’t get called up.” He stretched out on the bed and pulled me on top of him. “How’d you sleep?”
“Better than I ever have.” I ran my fingers over his chest. “Why?”
He gave me a sexy smile and shrugged. “Nothing.”
“Um, no. We don’t play the nothing game, remember?”
Austin chuckled. “You talk in your sleep.”
I sat up with a gasp. “I do not.”
“You absolutely do.”
“What did I say?”
He grinned and slid off the bed. “That I’m not gonna tell you.”
“What? Why not?”
“Because I don’t have to.” He leaned down and kissed me. “Now, get ready for work and I’ll drop you off.”
“You have your bike.”
“A recruit dropped off my truck.”
“I’m fine to drive. Then I don’t have to find a ride home.”
“I’ll pick you up when you’re done.”
I smiled. “I thought you were busy tonight.”
“Plans changed.”
“What if I’m busy?”
He grinned and kissed me again. “Are you busy?”
“No, damn it.”
Austin laughed and grabbed his shirt off the floor. “Get ready, baby. I’ll make coffee.”
I made my way to the shower and got ready for work. When I ventured out of the bedroom, I found Austin had made me coffee, eggs, and toast. “Wow. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” He grinned and kissed me.
I sat at the table and sipped the coffee. “You make a mean cup of coffee, Austin Carver.”
“Good to know. Barista will be a good option should I need a second job.” He sat beside me and watched me eat. “What time you done today?”
“My last conference is at two-forty-five, so I’m guessing around three thirty. Sometimes we’re done early, but I can text you when I know.”
He nodded. “It stays nice, you’re on my bike.”
“No.”
“What? Why not?”
“I can’t.” I set my mug down. “I… I’m terrified of motorcycles.”
“You’ll be fine.”
“You’re going to go all the way home to get your bike?”
“I’m going to be over that way, anyway.”
I shivered. “I’ve never been on a bike, Austin. I’ll make you crash.”
He chuckled. “There is nothin’ you could do to make me crash, baby.”
I picked up my coffee again. “I’m sure I could think of a few things.”
“Listen, there’s nothing you could do outside of giving me head on my bike that would make me crash,” he said. “And if you can figure out how to give me head while I’m riding, it’ll be a fuckin’ awesome way to go.”
“Don’t be gross,” I ordered, my face on fire.
“Can’t promise that.”
“Why not?”
“Because you’re gorgeous when you’re caught off guard.” He sipped his coffee again.
“You’re an evil man.” I wagged my finger toward him. “You know that, right?”
He leaned toward me and stroked my cheek. “I’m your man.”
“You’re my evil man.”
Austin laughed and let me finish my breakfast.
I muddled through the day, my thoughts constantly turning to Austin and my total besotted-ness with him. I was never a fan of insta-love, particularly in romance novels, but now that I was living it, I was realizing how quickly I was falling for him.
My final parent was the single mom to Maverick, and he was one of my favorite kids, despite Austin’s aversion to his name. His mom, Cassidy, was doing the best she could with limited resources, and I had nothing but respect for her.
She actually hung around and walked out with me once our conference ended. As we pushed open the double doors at the front of the school, she grabbed my arm and hummed in delight. I looked up to see Austin walking towards us.
“If I could have one night… just one… with a man who looked like that, I’d die happy,” Cassidy mused. “I wonder who he belongs to.”
I giggled. “That would be me.”
“Shut the front door,” she said. “Does he have any brothers?”
“Like a hundred,” I retorted.
She pulled me to a stop. “Figure out a way to introduce me to them.”
I laughed. “I’ll invite you next time they have a get together.”
“I’m gonna hold you to it.”
