Watching him sleep, she took in the details of his handsome face. His dark hair was wavy rather than curly, his cheekbones pronounced and his jaw sprinkled with whiskers. He was beautiful to look at and easy to talk to—almost too easy to talk to in light of some of the things she’d shared with him.

To say she hadn’t expected this was putting it mildly. She couldn’t resist the urge to reach out and run her fingertips over his face.

His eyes opened slowly to find her watching him. A smile tugged at his lips.

“I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“What time is it?”

“Almost six.”

Adam raised his hand from her belly and stretched.

Fascinated, Abby watched the flex of muscles.

“Best nap ever,” Adam said.

“Except for the pain in my leg that woke me up.”

“Is it bad?”

“Pretty bad.”

“Let me see.”

Abby worked her right leg out from under the sheet and held it up so he could see the angry red outline of the flower and vine.

“Ouch. Would you trust me to put some ointment on it for you?”

“Do you have some?”

“I bought it earlier along with ibuprofen.”

“So yours hurts, too?”

“Like a bastard.”

Abby dissolved into laughter. “You were so stoic.”

“It hurt worse than anything I’ve ever felt.”

“Awww, I’m sorry I talked you into it.”

“I’m not. It was fun to share your moment of rebellion. How about that ointment? I’ll be gentle.”

“Okay,” Abby said, filled with trepidation at the thought of anyone touching her sore skin.

Adam got out of bed, which was when Abby realized that he’d shed his jeans and underwear at some point. As she watched him move around the room, her mouth watered with desire for more of him. She feasted her eyes on his muscular backside until he turned around and gave her an even better view.

When he realized she was staring at him, he stopped and seemed to pose for her. “You like?”

Abby bit her lip and nodded.

Smiling at her, he returned to the bed with a tube of ointment in hand. “Ready?”

“I guess.”

His touch was exceedingly gentle, so much so she barely felt it as he treated the entire area. “Is that okay?”

“Yes, thank you.”

He bent to kiss the inside of her knee. “Remind me I want to spend more time right here later, will you?”

“I’ll see if I can remember that.”

“I hate to say that I’ve got to go. I want to run home to change before I go to Luke’s.”

“I need to get moving, too. I’m meeting the girls across the street in an hour.” Abby held out her arms to him, and he crawled up the bed to her, like a big sexy cat on the prowl.

“See you back here later?”

“Yes, you will.”