Make You Mine: The Dumont Bachelors by Beckett Macy

Author:Beckett, Macy [Beckett, Macy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Penguin Group US
Published: 2014-05-05T21:00:00+00:00

Chapter 12

Allie grabbed a towel and stepped out of Marc’s shower, careful to avoid the creakiest floorboards and risk waking him. Just because she had to be up before the sun didn’t mean he should suffer, too. The poor thing needed his sleep. They’d kept each other awake with near constant lovemaking for the past several nights, and it was starting to catch up with them. A peek in the mirror at the dark circles shadowing Allie’s eyes reaffirmed it.

She opened the medicine cabinet for a tube of concealer, instantly grinning at the sight of her cosmetics occupying shelf space with his Gillette foam and Scope mouthwash. She liked seeing the merging of their toiletries. There was something so homey about their deodorants and razors hanging out together.

Marc had caught her off guard a few days ago when he’d suggested she keep some essentials in his suite to save time in the mornings. Most men would balk at the idea, probably fearing that today’s toothbrush would become tomorrow’s colease. This was a big step for a commitmentphobe like Marc, and she’d accepted his offer casually, hiding how much it had meant to her.

No need to spook him. He probably hadn’t admitted to himself that she was his girlfriend yet. That was okay with Allie. What they had was real, regardless of how Marc defined it.

After towel-drying her hair, she scrunched her curls with a dollop of antifrizz serum and dressed in the spare uniform she’d stashed in Marc’s chest of drawers. When she was ready to go, she slipped on her kitchen clogs and crouched at Marc’s side to watch him sleep by the light of the digital alarm clock. She told herself she’d only stay a moment, but she lingered to listen to his rhythmic pulls of breath and his occasional murmurs. She smiled and figured he must be dreaming.

It looked like a pleasant one.

A corner of his lips kept twitching as if in laughter, the adorable cleft in his chin barely visible beneath a dusting of golden brown whiskers. In sleep, his dangerous edge softened into childlike innocence. She could watch him like this for hours and never tire of it. He was spectacular, filling her chest with a warm, tingling sensation that told her she’d moved far beyond mere attraction to Marc.

God help her, she was in love with him—a rambling Dumont man.

Gathering her hair to one side, she leaned down and kissed his forehead, pausing to take in his masculine scent. His skin was warm beneath her lips, and she wished she could crawl beneath the covers and into his powerful arms.

He stirred at the contact, and with a long groan, blinked awake. “Hey,” he said in a sleep-thickened voice. “I was just dreaming about you.” He smiled and made a grab for her waist. “Come back to bed and help me finish it.”

Allie danced away before he could catch her. If she allowed herself to indulge in one moment of Marc’s caress, she wouldn’t be able to leave until noon.

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