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broad flesh of his cock. She shivered at the memory.
"This one works," she mumbled. And it had been her mother's before she died five years before.
There was no way she was going to consider facing the day without coffee. She needed it. It was essential. Otherwise, she was going to melt into a puddle of aroused goo before she ever managed to push Reno out the door.
He grunted noncommittally behind her.
"We'll get a coffee grinder later and some fresh beans. I'll make you some real coffee."
Turning her head slowly from the shelter of her arms, she stared back at him. Over six feet of lean, smooth, hard muscle. Damn him. He wasn't wearing a shirt. His chest, with its smattering of hair, was displayed in all its dark glory, muscles shifting, tempting, encouraging…
"Don't you have a bed to buy or something?" She straightened quickly, jerked a cup from the hook on the wall and prayed the dark brew would hurry. She had to clear her head, or she was never going to make it through the day.
"Are you trying to run me off, Raven?" She could hear the grin in his voice, see it when she glanced back at him.
"Yes," she snapped desperately. "I am. I can't deal with you this morning. Go torture Morganna."
Like she thought for a minute that he was going to do that. She should have known better, she told herself frantically. He had warned her that last time, when he woke her with a kiss, looming over her like a tide of passion, that her days were numbered. She had tried to convince herself he wasn't serious. She should have known better.
"I don't think so, baby. Do you think I'm going to let you run me off this soon?"
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Uh-oh.
She blinked back at him as his expression hardened, his gray eyes turning stormy. She knew that look, and it did not bode well for getting rid of him.
"How soon, then?" She slammed the cup to the counter and jerked the pot from under the small stream inching into it to rapidly fill the cup.
She brought the cup to her lips and sipped too quickly. The hot liquid burned her tongue, but it did nothing to erase the remembered feel of his touch.
"Damn, Clint was right, you're a grouch in the morning," he stated as he moved to the pot himself, causing her to back away quickly. If he touched her, she was a goner.
"I'm always a grouch." She frowned as he poured himself a cup of coffee. "And that's my coffee."
He lifted his brow mockingly. "I know a cure for your grouchiness."
The wicked smile playing about his mouth had her womb convulsing in arousal. Damn him. Damn him.
She could feel her body preparing for him, aching for him. Even more frightening was the fact that it felt right. His presence in her kitchen wasn't as upsetting as it should have been. It felt comfortable, impossibly natural. She hated having people around her first thing in the morning, but Reno was different.
Which meant he had to go.
"As soon as I finish my coffee, I'm throwing you out." There was just no other answer.
She moved to the table, cradling the cup lovingly as she inhaled the scent. Sanity resided there surely.
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"You'll have to grow quite a bit first, darlin'." He wasn't amused; he wasn't smiling. He was staring at her from determined, intense eyes.
"And don't call me darlin'."
He leaned against the counter, his bare ankles crossing as she glanced at his feet. Dammit, even his toes looked sexy.
She sipped the coffee, remaining silent. There had to be a way to get him out of her apartment, short of calling the police. And what was she supposed to tell the police? Excuse me, Officer, but I let him fuck me last night, so of course he thinks he has rights now.
She rolled her eyes at the thought. Of course he thought he did. She knew Reno. There wasn't a chance in hell he
broad flesh of his cock. She shivered at the memory.
"This one works," she mumbled. And it had been her mother's before she died five years before.
There was no way she was going to consider facing the day without coffee. She needed it. It was essential. Otherwise, she was going to melt into a puddle of aroused goo before she ever managed to push Reno out the door.
He grunted noncommittally behind her.
"We'll get a coffee grinder later and some fresh beans. I'll make you some real coffee."
Turning her head slowly from the shelter of her arms, she stared back at him. Over six feet of lean, smooth, hard muscle. Damn him. He wasn't wearing a shirt. His chest, with its smattering of hair, was displayed in all its dark glory, muscles shifting, tempting, encouraging…
"Don't you have a bed to buy or something?" She straightened quickly, jerked a cup from the hook on the wall and prayed the dark brew would hurry. She had to clear her head, or she was never going to make it through the day.
"Are you trying to run me off, Raven?" She could hear the grin in his voice, see it when she glanced back at him.
"Yes," she snapped desperately. "I am. I can't deal with you this morning. Go torture Morganna."
Like she thought for a minute that he was going to do that. She should have known better, she told herself frantically. He had warned her that last time, when he woke her with a kiss, looming over her like a tide of passion, that her days were numbered. She had tried to convince herself he wasn't serious. She should have known better.
"I don't think so, baby. Do you think I'm going to let you run me off this soon?"
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Uh-oh.
She blinked back at him as his expression hardened, his gray eyes turning stormy. She knew that look, and it did not bode well for getting rid of him.
"How soon, then?" She slammed the cup to the counter and jerked the pot from under the small stream inching into it to rapidly fill the cup.
She brought the cup to her lips and sipped too quickly. The hot liquid burned her tongue, but it did nothing to erase the remembered feel of his touch.
"Damn, Clint was right, you're a grouch in the morning," he stated as he moved to the pot himself, causing her to back away quickly. If he touched her, she was a goner.
"I'm always a grouch." She frowned as he poured himself a cup of coffee. "And that's my coffee."
He lifted his brow mockingly. "I know a cure for your grouchiness."
The wicked smile playing about his mouth had her womb convulsing in arousal. Damn him. Damn him.
She could feel her body preparing for him, aching for him. Even more frightening was the fact that it felt right. His presence in her kitchen wasn't as upsetting as it should have been. It felt comfortable, impossibly natural. She hated having people around her first thing in the morning, but Reno was different.
Which meant he had to go.
"As soon as I finish my coffee, I'm throwing you out." There was just no other answer.
She moved to the table, cradling the cup lovingly as she inhaled the scent. Sanity resided there surely.
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"You'll have to grow quite a bit first, darlin'." He wasn't amused; he wasn't smiling. He was staring at her from determined, intense eyes.
"And don't call me darlin'."
He leaned against the counter, his bare ankles crossing as she glanced at his feet. Dammit, even his toes looked sexy.
She sipped the coffee, remaining silent. There had to be a way to get him out of her apartment, short of calling the police. And what was she supposed to tell the police? Excuse me, Officer, but I let him fuck me last night, so of course he thinks he has rights now.
She rolled her eyes at the thought. Of course he thought he did. She knew Reno. There wasn't a chance in hell he
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