Chapter 8
He couldn’t believe the long list Kate had actually written out at the kitchen table before he’d been able to walk out the door that morning. As he stared at it, he knew Kate was aware he hadn’t worn a condom during the middle-of-the-night s*x he hadn’t been able to resist. The fact was that he was enjoying having Kate in his bed, ready and willing for him whenever he wanted, and he couldn’t get enough of her. She was a woman who excited him like a drug, and just being in the same room with her had him rock hard, imagining ways he could take her. Doing it without a condom had been just that much better.
He had to smile, thinking of all the rooms in the house they’d already christened and wondering what pieces of furniture he hadn’t yet taken her on. Ah, yes, the kitchen table.
