Eloise opens the door to find him propped up in bed, reading on his phone. He looks sexy with his messy hair and the sheet covering one leg. He glances up and does a double-take. A lazy smile runs over his lips.
“Morning,” he said, his voice husky.
“Didn’t mean to take so long. I took a wrong turn in there,” she joked.
He chuckles as his eyes rake over her.
“Sorry.” She looked down at his shirt. “There was blood on my clothes.”
“Don’t be. I never thought that shirt could look sexy until now.”
She smiled, not sure what to do now. Last night was intense, and their emotions were high.
“Come here, baby.” He holds out his hand. He pulls her onto his stomach, guiding her to straddle his waist. His fingers run through her hair as he watches her face. “What are you thinking?”
“Honestly?”
