‘I’m sure.’ Her kiss-swollen mouth curved up on one side, both in humour and in challenge, and that was it. He was undone.

This might be a huge mistake, but he was in too deep now and he would worry about it tomorrow.

30

Had it not been for Tank sticking his face in Hannah’s and trying to poke his big slobbery tongue up her nose, she likely wouldn’t have woken in time to remember she was back on dog-walking duty.

Pushing him away, she rolled back against the hard warm body beside her and started to drift back to sleep again, then awoke with a start as she realised she was going to be late.

There was no time for any morning-after shyness as she threw back the duvet, earning herself an annoyed grunt from Liam, and she dashed from the bed, hunting around the room for her clothes.

‘All of your stuff is downstairs,’ he told her, and she shot him a look, saw he was now propped up on one elbow, watching her with lazy interest.

Her cheeks heated as she recalled the frantic fumbling of the night before, both of them hurriedly undressing each other. They had been worse than a pair of horny teenagers.

For all of his initial reluctance, once Liam was on board with the whole ‘let’s have sex’ thing, he hadn’t held back, and Hannah was glad she had made the first move. It had been the most enjoyable night she had experienced in a while.

‘Oh wait.’ He frowned, reaching beneath the duvet and pulling out her knickers. He held them out to her with a devilish grin. ‘Not quite all of it.’

Hannah snatched them from him, then, with as much dignity as she could muster for someone who was completely naked, she walked out of the bedroom, heading for the stairs. Tank hot on her heels, clearly hoping she was heading for the kitchen.

She had her jeans on and was fiddling with her bra when Liam came down the stairs a couple of minutes later, fastening his own jeans.

‘So, do you always cut and run after a one-night stand?’

So that’s what he thought this was? ‘Actually, I don’t do one-night stands.’ When Liam arched his brow, she admitted, ‘You’re the first.’

If he was surprised by that, he didn’t show it, nodding as he headed through into the kitchen.

‘Do you want coffee?’

‘I don’t have time.’ Hannah found her jumper down the back of the sofa, slipping it on. ‘I’m supposed to pick the dogs up in twenty-five minutes.’

‘Are you free later?’

‘Um…’ She considered the question, trying to decide how to interpret it. Was he asking because he wanted to resume talking about Mrs W or did he want to have sex again?