Desert Heat by A. D. Herrick

Author:A. D. Herrick [Herrick, A. D.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-10-23T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter twelve

The delicious aroma of food pulled me from a deep sleep. The sun was high in the sky reminding me I had slept the majority of the day away. I didn’t care. I had nowhere to be and no one to justify myself to. Stretching my limbs, I shrugged off the last edge of sleep. I couldn’t remember ever having slept so soundly before in my life. Rolling out my joints, I snuggled further into the bed. My growling stomach reminded me of my needs. Food. My number one priority. That, and the facilities. My bladder pinched like never before.

Stumbling into the kitchen I wiped the remains of the sleep from my eyes. Standing over the stove was my intruder. With his shirt off, a hand towel casually draped over his shoulder, he tended to the contents in the pan. Had I not been taken aback by his striking good looks I would have demanded he leave immediately. Instead I stood there watching him work. His muscles were tight under his taut skin, intricate designs in black ink adorned his flesh leaving me drooling after him. He screamed bad boy, but most of all dangerous.

I assumed I had won the argument last night after he turned and walked out of the bedroom. I guess what they say about assumptions was true. I sure felt like an ass now.

Speaking of ass.

His was spectacular. His jeans hung loosely from his narrow hips, the slight curve of his ass filling them nicely. With his back to me I took in the broad expanse of his sun-kissed shoulders, they were equally as muscular as his chest had felt. My eyes followed them down to his tapered waist and back up. I couldn’t get enough of this guy.

“If you’re done molesting me with your eyes you can take a seat. Dinner will be done in a minute.” My eyes went wide before shooting daggers at him for calling me out.

“It’s only, like, noon. Not that I’m complaining or anything.” I tossed casually as I turned away from him to avoid him seeing the flush that had crept up my neck at being caught ogling him.

“It’s after seven, you slept all day, and it sure sounds like you’re complaining.” I turned to glare at him only to catch him smiling wickedly in my direction.

My breath hitched as I took in the ink on his chest. Like his back, his chest was equally adorned; a pair of wings was inked across his pecs.

“You’re an ass.” I huffed, dropping down into the seat at the table, my back to him.

“Yes, trust me, I know. You said it enough times last night that I couldn’t forget.” He smirked, setting a glass of iced tea down beside me and a second glass at the other end of the table for himself.

“Well it’s true.” I muttered under my breath, only half believing my own bullshit.

“I hope you like steak.”

A large plate of finely sliced steak, peppers, onions, and potatoes was placed before me.

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