And they had four months left.

“Hey.”

He turned at the soft greeting and smiled. Morgan’s hair was damp from her shower, and she wore one of his T-shirts with her white pants. Her face was scrubbed free of makeup. He had a moment of regret that he couldn’t tumble her one last time before the day started, but he doubted he’d be able to get out of bed if he tasted her one more time. The dogs shot over to her, pressing against her in competitive ecstasy for the first belly scratch. She grinned and gave them what they wanted, using both hands until they were satisfied they’d gotten enough morning love. Cal wished he could get some, too.

“Hey. I figured I’d wake you in a bit. You needed the sleep.”

Her blush was adorable and sexy. She tugged at the hem of his shirt. “I have to get home and change. My blouse got ripped, so I can’t wear it.”

The image of him tearing off her blouse to reveal her gorgeous full breasts shot straight to his dick. In seconds, he was at full mast and uncomfortable as hell. “I remember.” His voice dropped. “My only regret right now is I didn’t rip the pants, too.”

Morgan gulped, then swiftly looked away. “Then I wouldn’t have anything to wear.”

Cal laughed. Oh, this was too good. She’d had her mouth all over him and there hadn’t been a trace of shyness. Seems the morning light changed her back into a very proper lady. He refused to let her hide, though. He stalked forward and closed the distance between them. “Exactly.”

“I have to go.”

“We have fifteen minutes.”

Her eyes widened with his insinuation. Cal kept the laughter from his expression. “Umm, we have the inspector problem and the drywall delivery and a meeting with Sydney and lots of stuff.”

“God, you’re sweet.” He cupped her cheeks and tilted her head back. “A proper lady in the parlor and a—”

“Don’t you dare say a whore in the bedroom or I’ll give you a black eye.”

His lips twitched. “I was going to say a hellcat. A goddess. A sensual, gorgeous woman I’m currently so hard for, I can’t see straight.” He pressed against her. “Want to help me out here?” he murmured.

She gave a sexy little moan. Already her body softened and her musky arousal drifted to his nostrils. “See, this is why sex and business is a dangerous combination. I can’t think when I’m around you. I want to cancel all of our appointments and stay in bed with you until you’re out of my system.”

“Oh, baby, you can’t say that stuff to me and escape unscathed.” His mouth covered hers in a deep, drugging kiss, until she stood on tiptoes and wrapped her arms around him, clinging tight. He thrust his tongue in the delicious, wet cave of her mouth, drunk on her taste and her smell, wanting nothing more than to bury himself inside her again and again. Their dance of intimacy last night raged to life, and their clothes suddenly drifted off, and he lowered her to the kitchen floor, where they had shared their first kiss.

“I just showered,” she said breathlessly. “I used your razor. I hope that’s okay.”

“No. From now on, razors are banned. I loved the rough scratch of your legs rubbing my ass as I fucked you. So hot.”

“Oh!” Her cheeks colored. “You shouldn’t—you shouldn’t talk like that!”

He loved her obvious arousal and shy demeanor that fell away under his touch. “Then shut me up.” He captured a throaty moan when he kissed her, his tongue diving deep and gathering her heady taste.

“We shouldn’t do this,” Morgan murmured, her teeth clamping down on his bottom lip. “I’m late. And we’re on the floor again. What if your brothers come in?” But she didn’t pause, curling her hot fingers around his hard length, squeezing mercilessly until he almost came in her hand. Oh, God, she was naked and so perfect. Tight rosy-red nipples and white skin. Full curves and sloping planes he couldn’t wait to explore again. Damp golden curls hiding her sweet pussy. His fingers danced over her swollen clit, parted her slick lips, and tested her readiness. She cried out his name, sounding sweeter than a symphony.

“My brothers will not be interrupting us this morning.”

Her hips arched off the floor. “This is not good.”

“How does that feel?”

“So good. Don’t stop, yes, oh, God, right there!”

He dragged her legs wider apart. His thumb flicked over her hard bud while he took possession of her mouth, swallowing her sounds. He was ready to plunge and claim her like a wild thing, when his brain dully latched onto a thought. “Condom,” he ground out. “I need a condom. In my pants. Reach back.”

Her arm frantically searched around, and finally her fingers closed around the fabric. He got out the packet, ripped it with his teeth, sheathed himself, and dove home.

Her body gripped him like a hot vise, squeezing him so damn good, he could’ve fucking wept. She bucked under him with her own needs, and gripping her hips, he took her hard and fast, pushing her into climax without pause, drinking in her satisfied screams and the look of shattering pleasure on her face. His balls tightened, and Cal let himself go, emptying his seed with a hoarse shout of satisfaction, pumping his hips to the very last second until he was completely drained.

Rolling to his side so he didn’t crush her, he leaned over and kissed her. She kissed him back with a sweetness he was already addicted to. “Did I hurt you?”

Morgan gave a half laugh. “God, no. But you might have some explaining to do.” She motioned to the right. When he glanced over, Balin and Gandalf were sitting side by side, watching the scene with pure doggy sadness. “I suddenly feel like an exhibitionist.”