She probably could’ve waited until noon for that, though. She’d hoped to avoid the awkward good-bye, but as she got off Ian’s rumbling Harley next to her car, there seemed no way around it. It had been a great night. It had rocked her world. Waking up this morning and realizing he’d taken care of her, moving her onto a pillow and covering her up, had perhaps been the sweetest moment of all—not the hottest, but certainly the sweetest. Holy shit, a guy who was hot and caring. She’d known they were out there somewhere. And while she certainly wouldn’t have anything against a repeat, it didn’t seem feasible for either one of them. And after all that, she might not have to think about sex for a year. “Thanks for the greatest night I can remember having in…a long, long time,” she said at last, dismayed that she felt rather shy this morning after that wild, torrid display. After all, she’d been the one who enticed him back to his place. He’d taken her on, so he’d wanted it as much as she had, but still.
