After that, it was all hot kisses, warm hands, and making love until both of them hit that exquisite peak and Luke collapsed on top of her and she went limp.

Sarah didn’t remember falling asleep in Luke’s arms, but she did remember the amazing night they’d shared. And he was right, there was nothing like waking up cradled in the curve of his body behind her, his arm wrapped protectively over her middle.

“You up?” His voice rumbled at her ear.

She wiggled her rump into his hard length. “You are.” She felt him smile against her head.

“I can’t get enough of you.” He kissed her right behind her ear, sending a delicious shiver through her. “You actually slept in.”

She glanced at the clock. “Nine-thirty!”

“We got home late.”

“You kept me up later,” she reminded him.

The doorbell rang, surprising her. “Who could that be?”

“Another surprise.” Luke turned her toward him and kissed her softly. “Take a shower. Meet me in the kitchen.” He kissed her again, then rolled out of bed and walked naked to the closet and opened the doors, revealing a pile of his clothes stacked in the mostly empty portion of the walk-in. He grabbed a pair of jeans and pulled them on, then grabbed a T-shirt and walked back toward her.

She smiled at him. “I see you moved in.”

“Not quite. But close.”

She tilted her head and studied the small pile of clothes compared to the huge suitcase. “You’ll have time today to finish unpacking.”

Luke pulled the shirt over his head. “That’s for something else. I gotta get the door. Shower. Kitchen.”

She saluted him as he left the room chuckling.

She did what he asked, excited about another surprise. It took some doing to get the pins out of her tangled hair. She was still wearing the amazing jewelry she’d borrowed and hated to take it off and return it, but she couldn’t wear it in the shower, which was heaven.

She didn’t know who’d arrived, but she wasn’t putting on makeup on the weekend. The boys would be home soon and they’d probably want to spend some time outside with the friends they’d missed.

She took the time to dry her hair. She left it down because Luke liked it that way. Since Luke left in jeans, she picked something equally comfortable and pulled on a simple, slinky black tank dress, then went in search of him.

Just having him in the house made it feel different. She felt him here.

He stood at the kitchen counter sipping a cup of coffee as the same chef he’d hired to cook dinner at his place stood at her stove finishing off a pan of scrambled eggs. The whole place smelled like bacon.

“Morning, sweetheart.” Luke poured her a mug of coffee from the carafe beside him.

“I would have made us breakfast.”

Luke shook his head. “You’re not doing anything today but being home with family.” He handed her the mug.