He gazes down at me, stroking his hand over my hair. His expression is faintly amused. “Do you really want to hear?”
“If it will make you feel better, yes.”
He slowly shakes his head, then kisses me gently. “Just hearing you say that makes me feel better. Now let’s get you dressed. We’re out of here in thirty minutes.”
He bends to pull my panties and yoga pants back up my legs. I let him, resting my hands on his shoulders. When he’s got everything back in place, he tenderly kisses each of my breasts, then takes my face in his hands and kisses my mouth.
Gazing deep into my eyes, he says, “If you answer the door half naked again, I won’t be pleased.”
“Oh. You talked to Kieran?”
“Aye. And I could hear his hard-on through the phone. You’re not a child, so I’ll never tell you how to dress
