She had rolled onto her side, watching him walk into a room that would soon no longer be hers, and she had a pleased look on her face. Hungry, too. He sauntered in and she sighed, licking her lips. "You look good wet."

He looked good no matter what, but watching him come in almost naked had short circuited her brain a little. She crooked a finger at him. "Bed's all warmed up. Time for you to get some shut-eye."

There was still tiredness there in his eyes, but that heat she felt thrummed between them and she was trying her best to behave. She didn't want to. Not really. She wanted to lean forward and tug his towel off. She wanted to taste him, feel the length of him hard in her mouth. But she would forego that to get him to sleep. She missed the feel of his arms around her, and she rolled over and patted the bed. "Come to bed, gorgeous."