“Whoa, darlin’. Ain’t a lotta room on a twin bed to be thrashin’ around. I gotta say, I much prefer it crowded with you.” “So last night and yesterday wasn’t a dream? I won’t open my eyes and wake up in my queen-sized bed alone?” “Not a dream.” Quinn’s lips brushed her ear. “I’m hopin’ to make yesterday’s events a new reality in our queen-sized bed.” “Mmm.” She stretched, loving the feel of his legs tangled with hers and their bodies pressed together. “Does my ‘night with a stranger’ fantasy include breakfast?” “Sure, if you don’t mind blueberry Pop-Tarts, ’cause that’s about all I’ve got.” “Yuck.” “After we shower and get dressed up at the house, I could cook us up eggs and toast. I think there’s deer sausage left in the deep freeze.” “Are you offering to wash my back?” “And your front.” Quinn’s hands slid up to cup her breasts. “And every place in between.” He started biting her neck and she squealed, so they only heard the last couple rings of his cell phone.
