Mena did wait. We continued and lost track of time. When Corrigan finally called a stop, we were both half in our clothes and half out. Panting, he gave me a rakish smile and ran a hand through his hair. “Shit.”
Shit, indeed. I laughed hoarsely, shaking my head. “Well. If I didn’t have stitches down my side, I know what we’d be doing all day today.”
“Yeah.” His gaze was raking me up and down as I buttoned my shorts and straightened my top, pulling my bra straps back over my shoulders. “There’s more we can do tonight.”
Tonight. That felt right, too.
“What?”
I looked up. “What?”
“You sighed.”
My eyes widened. “I did?”
He nodded, a fondness settling over his features. “You okay?”
“I am.” And I was. I meant it. Corrigan narrowed his eyes, studying me again, but he saw that I did mean
