Page 26 of Crossed Wires: The Complete Series
She fought for some sense of regret, of guilt. None came. Annie felt nothing but exhausted pleasure. “This isn’t me. I don’t usually do stuff like this.”
Hunter kissed the end of her nose. “You’re on holiday. People do all sorts of crazy stuff when they’re away from home.”
Annie gave him a sleepy smile. “So what’s your excuse?”
“I was horny.” They laughed softly.
“Your bed is sticky,” Hunter murmured. Annie could hear the drowsiness in his voice.
“Your fault.”
“Nope. Yours. Come on.”
She felt him leave the mattress but was too weary to lift her eyelids to see where he was going.
“I’m too tired to move,” she complained.
“I know.”
“I’ll just sleep on the edge of the bed.”
Hunter tugged on her arm, lifting her a few inches. “Sleep is what you’re going to do, but in my bed.”
She tried to respond, but she was drifting too fast, powerless to remain awake. She didn’t even comment when Hunter lifted her and carried her to his room.
“Your mum,” she said softly.
“Shhh. We’ll sort it out in the morning, love. Go to sleep.”
Briefly, as she lay next to him, she considered the fact she was naked in Hunter’s bed, being spooned by the equally naked, sexy stockman. The night had been sheer magic.
She really had taken a trip to Oz.
* * *
Hunter slowly disengaged from Annie’s still body.
Last night, he’d drifted to sleep the instant his head hit the pillow. He wasn’t surprised. Annie had rocked his world with just her hand on his cock. She was incredible. His regular morning half-mast hard-on thickened as he considered how much more he wanted to do with the sexy American.
He shook the thought out of his head as soon as it landed. She was here for Dylan. Fuck. His intentions to hold her at arm’s length out of respect for his brother had crashed and burned. Hunter pulled on a pair of jeans and glanced at the clock. It was after eight a.m. Typically he was up at dawn, but the late night had apparently taken its toll—on both of them.
Annie didn’t stir as Hunter grabbed a t-shirt and shrugged it on. He needed to ring Dylan. He should have gotten his luggage by now. Why wasn’t he coming home? Mentally, Hunter did the math and figured out with the time change, his morning was currently his brother’s yesterday evening. Jesus. Why couldn’t it be the same day and time everywhere?
Hunter walked to the door of his bedroom and opened it. He panicked when he spotted his mum outside Annie’s door.
“Hey, Mum. What’s up?” Hunter stepped into the hall and closed the door.
Hazel smiled and wished him a good morning. “I thought I’d sneak a peek to see if Annie’s still asleep. If not, I’ll get breakfast rolling.”
“Oh, um…” Hunter needed to stop her. “I haven’t heard a sound from her room. I’m sure she’s still sleeping.”
His mum glanced at the closed door to the guest room. Thank bloody God he’d thought to pull it shut behind him last night. “Maybe you’re right. How about you? Ready for something to eat?”
Hunter nodded. “I’m starving.” He was. He’d worked up one hell of an appetite.
His mother’s grin grew. There was nothing she loved more than feeding her sons. “I’ll make you some Vegemite and toast.”
She started to walk back down the hall, but turned to say something else. The words died on her lips as Hunter heard his bedroom door open.
