“I’ll call a cab from downstairs. I’ve got everything but my—” The light flashed on, causing her to squint before she covered her eyes with one hand. “You could’ve warned me. Just a second.”

“You look ... interesting.”

“I bet.” She could imagine it well enough. Naked, her hair looking like a couple of cats had wrestled in it, squatting on the floor holding underwear and shoes.

Why couldn’t he be a heavier sleeper?

“Two seconds.” She spotted her shirt and debated which was less dignified. Crawling over to get it or standing up and walking over to get it. Crawling, she concluded, was never dignified.

Naked didn’t matter. He’d seen her naked. But he hadn’t seen her naked in the morning when she wasn’t even close to the low end of her best.

And damn it, she wished he’d stop smiling at her that way. “Go back to sleep.”

She stood, stepped over for the shirt. Her shoes went flying when he grabbed her and pulled her down on the bed.

“Del, I have to go.”

“This probably won’t take long.” He rolled on top of her, making it absolutely clear her bed hair didn’t put him off in the least.

When he lifted her hips, eased inside her, she decided there were some things even better than coffee in the morning.

“I’ve probably got a couple minutes.”

He laughed, nuzzling his face in the curve of her shoulder.

She let it build in her, slow, soft, sweet, the rising up with quickening pulse and sighing release. Everything in her went warm and loose with him filling her, heart and body.

The fall, as gentle as the rise, made her wish she could just curl up with him and sleep all over again.

“Morning,” he murmured.

“Mmm. I was going to say sorry for waking you up, but it turns out I’m not.”

“Me, either. I guess we’d better find the clothes so I can drive you home.”

“I’ll take a cab.”

“No, you won’t.”

“Don’t be silly. There’s no reason for you to get up and dressed and drive there and back when all I have to do is call a cab.”

“The reason is you spent the night in my bed.”

“Welcome to the twenty-first century, Sir Galahad. I got myself here, so I can—”

“You know, you’re in a very strange position to start an argument.” He braced on his elbows to look down at her. “If you keep it up for about ten more minutes, I should be able to give you one more reason you’re not taking a cab.”

“That’s a pretty optimistic recovery time.”

“Want to see who’s right?”

“Let me up.And since you’re going all gallant, how about scoring me an extra toothbrush?”

“I can do that. I can even get some coffee into a couple of travel cups.”