Free Mission Happy (A Texas Desires Novel Book 3) by Rylie Roberts Page A

leaving her standing there.
    “Let me know if you need anything. I’m ordering room service.” He closed the door on his way out.
    She’d always been a very private person. She didn’t do these things—sharing bathroom space, being randomly naked with anyone—yet now she missed his presence. Connor was just so easy to be with. She stared at the door, hoping he’d come back inside. When he didn’t, she turned to the shower, this time registering the slight ache between her legs. Her body was well used. She bent, reaching for the faucet when Connor opened the door a crack and popped his head through.
    “Chicken, fish, steak?”
    She grinned, turning on the water before looking back at him. She was all ass in the air while staring at him from over her shoulder. Of course, he’d seen it all, but still, not her finest moment.
    “I don’t care. Whatever you decide,” she said, lifting, carefully placing a foot inside the tub, thankful the warmth of the water was perfect because she hadn’t checked it before stepping inside. She absently reached for the curtain, closing it behind her.
    Dang, she hadn’t grabbed the soap.
    “Are you staying through the night?” His hand extended inside the shower, holding the courtesy bottles of shampoo and conditioner. How could she even pretend to be annoyed with that offering? He had a natural consideration and never missed a beat. She reached out to take both.
    “I can if you want,” she answered when the bar of soap came in next.
    “How about some ice cream sundaes?” he asked, sticking his head inside the shower this time. With that infectious crooked grin, he gave her a wink before letting his eyes trail down the length of her body in obvious appreciation.
    “I could be into that,” she answered when his gaze traveled back up to her face.
    “Me too.”
    “Okay, now leave me alone so I can shower,” she said when his gaze lingered, turned darker, and it looked like he might try to join her.
    “I left a clean T-shirt on the counter,” he said, pulling the curtain closed. Her hands were full of soap, and she smiled a silly little goofy grin. He pulled at her heartstrings in a major way. She was in trouble with that one.              
     
    ~~~
     
    Funny how sex and good company had her throwing caution to the wind. She’d eaten about as bad as she could, almost a full steak, all of a loaded baked potato with the full calories of real butter and cheddar cheese while having bites of every other plate of food Connor had ordered. God, the food was delicious.
    She collapsed on her back, sprawled across the length of the bed, freshly showered, hair blown dry, no makeup, and wearing Connor’s T-shirt. He sat against the headboard on the opposite side of the bed with some pillows tucked behind his back. His hot, muscled chest was bare, showing his few tattoos, and she pretty much decided he should stay just like that all of the time. There was no denying his high sexy factor, and after a little bit, when all this food digested, she planned to show him exactly how hot she thought he was.
    “I think you ordered too much,” she said, looking over all the plates between them. As much as they’d eaten, there was double that amount still left over.
    “I didn’t know what you liked. I just kept ordering. I think I ended up getting everything on the menu.”
    “I’ll be working this off for hours tomorrow.” She tucked one arm under her head, while patting her belly. Connor gave a small chuckle and shook his head, causing her to turn his way.
    “We still have dessert coming,” he said.
    “Oh lord.” She gave a small groan and lifted her head to see her normally flat tummy extended, pooching out.
    He rose, reaching for the remote, turning on the television before tossing the control her way. “Pay-per-view looks good. I think Ty’s new movie was on there. That’s what they said downstairs.”
    Connor shoved himself off the bed and began moving the plates