Excerpt #4
There are definitely two hot Irish men in this book…
Lexi stirred from Dechlan’s bed in the morning light. She made her way to the living room, where she expected to find Deck on the couch. He was missing, a mess of blankets in his place, so Lex continued to the kitchen to put on the coffee. And maybe start breakfast. But, most importantly coffee.
She might not be able to pour a pint, but she could definitely work a coffee marker. Soon the kitchen filled with the smell of fresh brewed coffee. Lexi poured herself a mug and searched the fridge for something she could turn into breakfast. She extracted some eggs, checking the expiry date carefully. They passed the test and she began to make some scrambled eggs.
“Oh, breakfast. Grand,” Dechlan grinned. Lexi turned to greet him, and nearly dropped her fork when she discovered he was only wearing a towel. A small towel. His chiseled abs and shapely arms were dotted with drops of water from his still wet hair.
“Um,” she coloured, “Good morning.” She couldn’t tear her eyes away from him and the small, thin towel that did nothing to dull the thoughts of what lay beneath.
“Morning, lass,” Dechlan grinned at her. She was dressed in one of his shirts, and probably underwear, though he couldn’t quite see them. If she would just raise her arms slightly…
“Clothes…” Lexi said suddenly, incoherently. Deck frowned.
“What?”
“I need clothes,” she said. She looked down at her outfit, then back to him, “Like, my suitcase.” Dechlan laughed.
“I don’t know, I quite like seeing you in my shirt, Lex,” he grinned. Lexi blushed.
“But I can’t wear it out,” she replied.
“No, that wouldn’t do…” Dechlan trailed off, distracted by the allure of her wearing his clothes.
“And my other clothes smell like beer,” she reminded him.
“Ah, right,” Dechlan said, “I’ll drive ya down to Athlone today.”