Am I petting a chinchilla?
I squint my eyes open. The sun is too bright, and my head is trying to crack itself open. But despite the scrambled eggs my brain is transforming into, I notice one thing that isn’t right . . . there is a man in my bed.
Not just any man . . .
Whispers
Kilty McGrumpyshire.
Gasp
My hands quickly fall to my body—I feel my breasts first.
Exposed.
Oh my God, why am I naked?
“Why am I naked?” I shout, sitting up in bed and startling the hell out of Rowan. He rolls off the bed, just as I realize I’m not naked—I’m still wearing my dress. My boobs have just fallen out of it like little escapees.
Just as Rowan pops his head up, I clap my hands over my boobs and turn toward him. His shirt is unbuttoned, but the rest of him is covered.
Did I unbutton his shirt?
Ugh. I forgot about his tattoo.
And his perfectly proportioned nipples.
Even in the morning, fresh off the booze train, he’s gorgeous.
“What the hell are you doing?” he asks, pressing a palm to his eye.
“Why are you in my bed?”
He glances around. “Hell if I know.” He blinks a few times. “Why are your tits out of your dress?”
“They went rogue last night. It has nothing to do with you.” I turn away and stuff the stubborn ladies back in. Dignity and all. Once I’m tucked away, I turn back around to find the smallest of smirks on his lips, and good God, my loins practically throw themselves at him.
Deadly. He is positively deadly with a smirk.
Trying to control myself, I say, “Your chest hair is really soft. What little chest hair you have, that is.”
He glances down at the small patch between his pecs and then back up at me. “I put leave-in conditioner in it.”
“Really?” I didn’t take him for a leave-in conditioner kind of guy, although his hair is luscious.
“No.” He stands, and that’s when I see his jeans are unbuttoned, revealing a peek of his black underwear.
Of course he’d have black underwear. I don’t know why that’s a turn-on for me, but it is. So are the abs carved into his taught stomach and the little patch of hair right above his waistline.
“Checking me out, Bonnie?”
I cross my arms over my chest and look away. “I’d rather burn my eyes out with acid.”
He chuckles, and just like that . . . my nipples are hard.
“Good to know.” He grabs his shoes and moves around the bed, through the cramped room, and down the stairs.
“Where are you going?” I ask, chasing after him—for God knows what reason.
“Home. I need to wash your stink off me.”
“I don’t stink,” I scoff as we make it into the living room. He sits down on the couch and puts his boots on, his fingers flying through the laces. I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone tie their boots that fast.
Why is that something I’m noticing?
I blame the hangover.
When he stands, he tilts his head to the side, studying me as he slowly buttons up his shirt—a total detriment to society. He might drive me crazy, but his body was made to be naked at all times.
“You look sad. Do you not want me to leave?” he asks in a teasing tone.
“Oh, I def—”
“Uh . . . good morning,” I hear Dakota say behind me.
I quickly spin around to find her standing in her bedroom doorway, a sly smile turning up her lips.
Oof, how could I forget Dakota was here? I probably assumed she went home with Isla. Although not everyone works like I do—bringing an orgasm producer home but failing to receive said orgasm.
Not that I would want him to give me one.
Yeah, I know, I didn’t believe that last sentence either, but I figured, you know . . . to save face and all.
“Morning, lass,” Rowan says casually, as if standing in our house with his shirt half-undone and jeans open is completely and utterly normal. “How was your date with Isla?”
Dakota frowns and glances cautiously between us. “It was nice.”
“Did you kiss?” I ask, clasping my hands together at my chest, momentarily forgetting my predicament.
“No.” Dakota’s face brightens. “We did hold hands, though, while we went for a walk.”
“Oh, be still my heart,” I gush. Turning to Rowan, I grab the lapels of his shirt and shake him—or at least attempt to. “Did you hear that? They held hands.”
“Which pales in comparison to whatever you two did last night,” Dakota says.