“It must be something,” she said, trying to picture seven assorted half brothers and sisters getting together everyyear.
“You can see it if you like,” he said, focusing fiercely on his coffee mug. “Dad’s getting married out there the week after your friend’s wedding. You’ll meet most of thesibs.”
He was inviting her to his father’s wedding. Wow. That felt almost serious. She wasn’t sure, after one night with him, that she wanted to commit to being his girlfriend, with all that that implied. And yet, why not? Stalling for time, she said, “You must all get on with oneanother.”
“Mostly. They’re a decent bunch, and it’s not the kids’ fault Dad can’t keep his pantszipped.”
“Is the next Mrs. Lawson…” She fluttered her hand in front of herbelly.
“Pregnant? Oh, no. We all chipped in and bought Dad a vasectomy for his fiftieth birthday. We didn’t think another Lawson was going to do the world anyfavors.”
“Your dad didn’tmind?”
“Hell, no. I think he was relieved.” He toyed with her hair, skimming his fingers behind her ear. “So willyou?”
She drained the last of her coffee. “Go with you to your father’swedding?”
He sent her a crafty glance. “I’m going to the boyfriend stealer’s wedding. It’s a fairtrade.”
She elbowed him sharply in the ribs. “Excuse me, but did I or did I not see you through not only four chapters of this book of yours, but all the way to chaptersix?”
His eyes weren’t sleepy now, they were dancing with wicked humor. “You did. How about a sidedeal?”
Her eyes narrowed. “What might thatbe?”
He had her on her back, his hand sliding beneath the lapel of his robe to find her breast so fast she didn’t have time for more than a startled squeak. Luckily her coffee mug was empty, for it fell from her shocked fingers and rolled to thefloor.
“Chapterseven.”
When she tried to squirm out of his grip she merely increased the friction of his hand on her breast, which made her giggle and turned her on simultaneously. “Stop!” she cried. “Stop! You’re ticklingme.”
“I don’t think I’m tickling you. I think I’m excitingyou.”
She was so busy wriggling and giggling that she didn’t even notice he’d untied the belt and opened her robe until she felt his lips close over her breast, his tongue teasing her nipple. “Lap it up,” he said, repeating the chaptertitle.
Before she knew it, her laughter turned to panting and arousal spiraled through herbelly.
“No, no,” she panted. “No sex beforebreakfast.”
He raised his head to grin at her. “Eat fast. Then I’m going to eat you.” He kissed her lightly on the lips. “Slowly.”
A low moan rose in her throat, and she swallowed it down ruthlessly. She was sliding far too deep into Luke’s messy life. And frankly, he was sliding far too deep into her body. She needed some space to sort thingsout.
His chapter seven threat hung in the air as they got out of bed and padded to the kitchen with their coffeemugs.
“Let’s see what there is,” he said as he opened the fridge. “Aha, dessert…” He turned and winked at her. “We never did get ours lastnight.”
“Dessert. For breakfast.” She shook her head at him in mock rebuke as she helped herself to a clean cup from the cupboard. “What isit?”
“Blueberrypie.”
“Seems a shame to wasteit.”
“That’s what I was thinking.” She refilled their mugs, and he dished up two very generous slices of pie. He raised his brows at her and grinned wickedly. “Icecream?”
Refusing such a challenge would be cowardly. “Why not?” she replied, and bit her tongue on the automatic,but not too much forme.
As she ate last night’s dessert, she decided that blueberry pie and ice cream was a pretty good breakfast once in a while. Besides, since she was, in fact, eating yesterday’s calories, it hardlycounted.
