Chapter Eight
The knock at the hotel door pulled Caitlyn from a deep sleep. She blinked several times and rubbed her eyes, surprised by the brightness in the room. The door opened, a set of squeaky wheels approached, and the door shut again. She smelled soap-as if someone had recently showered-and a moment later, bacon.
"This will do nicely," Owen said.
Caitlyn's eyes flew open, and she grabbed for the sheet which she found tucked securely around her nude body.
"Thank you, sir," and unfamiliar voice said. "If you need anything else, be sure to let us know."
Caitlyn peered over a pillow to watch a server leave the room. Her eyes then landed on Owen, who was dipping his pinkie in pancake syrup and sampling it on his tongue.
"Sorry to wake you," he said, "but I was starving." He looked over at her and offered her a smile. "Good morning, beautiful."
"Good morning," she croaked and then cleared her throat. "Good morning," she said again. Wow, he looked good in the early morning light. His damp hair was scattered in disarray, and he'd had the decency to leave his shirt off after his shower, thank you, God.
So last night had really happened? Holy smokes, she'd bedded a hottie. More than once. She couldn't help but flush and stare at him in complete awe and flush some more.
"Are you hungry?" he asked. "There's enough here for two. Or five."
"Um, yeah, I guess so." She attempted to sit up, and her muscles protested every motion.
Owen grinned knowingly. "Stay there. I'll bring it to you."
"I've never had breakfast in bed," she said.
"Never?"
She shook her head and watched him wheel the cart around the bed.
"No romantic breakfasts on your anniversary?"
"My ex-husband wasn't the romantic type."
"That's too bad. Your mother didn't feed you in bed when you were sick?"
"My mother isn't really the nurturing kind. Did you get breakfast in bed when you were sick?"
"Yep. My mom is so nurturing it borders on smothering."
"What's her name?"
"Joan," he said. "But I call her Mom for short. She's an amazing woman."
Caitlyn smiled and tilted her head. "Are you a mama's boy, Owen Mitchell?"
His blue eyes met hers, and he grinned. "I can't deny it. She requires it. My brother's a mama's boy too and he's a bad-ass Marine, so don't think I'm the only one."
"You have a brother?"
"He's currently stationed in Afghanistan. His name is Chad." Owen glanced at the clock on the nightstand. "He should be calling soon, actually. It's a call I can't miss, so you'll have to excuse me when I take it."
"Of course," she said. She wanted to ask about his brother, but wasn't sure if talking about him would upset Owen. With Chad being stationed in a war zone, Owen must be constantly worried.
"So which part of my breakfast would you like?" he asked, nodding at the collection of plates and bowls on the cart.
"You ordered all of that for you?" There was more than enough for half a football team.
"Hey, I like to eat. That's why I had to spend so much time at the gym this morning."
He'd already been to the gym? Was the sun even up yet? She searched the bedside table for a clock.
"Wait?" she said. "What time is it?"
"Almost noon."
Heat flooded her face. He really had worn her out.
"I got enough food for both of us. I never planned on eating everything. Tasting everything, yes, so whatever you pick, you have to share a little."
"Let's just share it all," she suggested.
"Now, that's a plan." He pushed the cart up against the edge of the bed and sat on the mattress near her feet.
She scooted into a sitting position, wincing as the tenderness between her thighs registered. Holy mother of too much sex in one night. She wasn't sure if her body would ever be the same.
"It's the piercing," he said. "I knew I should have taken it out that last time."
"Worth it," she said breathlessly. "Totally worth it."
"After you finish your breakfast in bed, I'll kiss it and make it better."
She gaped at him. It was one thing for him to say things like that to her at night when she was delirious with lust, but here in the light of day? She wasn't sure if she could handle such naughty suggestions.
He chuckled. "You look scandalized, baby."
She closed her mouth and ducked her head. "I think I came to my senses while I was asleep."