“Good morning, beautiful.” Jaylon spooned behind Becca and nuzzled her hair. “

Half awake, Becca smiled, curling more to fit his shape. “Good morning to you, too, handsome.”

“You smell absolutely amazing. All warm and cozy. I could stay wrapped in bed with you all day.”

“Movies and room service, then?” she replied.

Lifting his free hand from her waist, he slid her hair from her shoulder and kissed the gentle curve to her throat. “Mmmm, yes, and everything that goes with it under the covers. That’s my idea of a perfect date.”

She lifted her chin, giving him better access. “Been there done that, wolf boy. Don’t you think it’s time we left the hotel and actually did stuff together? You know, as part of the getting to know one another process?”

He blew a razzberry against her shoulder. “We have been getting to know each other.”

“I meant more than just how our private parts fit together. How about plan B?”

His lips spread in a teasing grin. “Give credit where credit’s due, babe.” He pressed his hard length into the curve of her ass. “It’s way more than just about the fit.”

She chuckled, twisting to face him, but kept the covers high so only her forehead peeked over the top of the duvet.

“What’s with the makeshift burka?” He laughed, reaching for the sheet, but she held it tight.

“C’mon, Bec. I’ve seen you spread wide and pink with lust. I’ve whispered the dirtiest shit to you and made you come like rockets. Why the sudden embarrassment?”

“That’s easy for you to say. You wake up looking like a magazine ad, suggestively tousled and utterly delicious. Me? I’ve got stubble burn, bedhead, and raccoon eyes.”

“Stop that.” He chuckled again. “You’re as tantalizing now as you were last night.” He tugged at the sheet again. “Smudged make-up and all.”

With a quick kiss to her nose through the sheet, she exhaled, releasing her vice grip.

“Good, now shut up and kiss me for real.” He pulled the covers farther, the soft cotton slipping over her shoulder exposing more than just her face and neck. “Like I said. You’re beautiful. Soft and round, like a fluffy, ring-tailed bandit.”

Ugh! She gave him a playful shove, but he folded her in his arms and kissed her.

“You’re a thief, Becca. Slowly but surely you’re stealing your way into my life in more ways than I ever thought possible.” He slipped one leg between hers and pulled her closer, waggling his eyebrows. “So, any idea what you want to do today?”

Becca tilted her head, listening. “It sounds like it’s pouring outside. Not much we can do in the rain.”

“In New York City? There’s plenty to do indoors, unless that’s your way of telling me you’d rather go with plan A?”

She laughed. “Anyone ever tell you you’ve got a one-track mind?”

He laughed, cupping her butt. “All the time.” He eyed her with a grin. “So then, it’s ladies’ choice. What do we do today?”

“First, I want a shower. Then I’m going to need to go shopping. One maxi skirt and matching camisole is not going to cut it for the next couple of days. There’s got to be a department store or something close by.”

He nodded. “Bergdorf Goodman’s is on the corner across from the hotel.”

“Good.” She smiled. “And food is a definite on the to-do list, as well.”

He gave her nose a peck. “I’m starving, actually, so I vote for breakfast as soon as we shower.”

“We?”

He nodded again, letting his hand slip to the bottom curve of her ass as his lips hovered over hers. “Yes. We.”

Becca’s eyes closed and her breath caught in her throat as his fingers played fast and loose, teasing her between her legs. After everything they did the night before, why would the thought of Jaylon’s naked body make her feel so awkward?

“What?” He grinned at her distinct blush. “Am I making you nervous?”

She glanced down, but then met his eyes. “Why me, Jaylon? I mean, look at you. You could have anyone you want.”

“Because, Becca. You’re more than just a cocktease.”

She took in his words and what he said earlier about stealing into his life. It was the same for her. If Jaylon walked away right now, he’d be the one she’d regret letting get away.

She let it drop. There was time enough for talk. “So,” she asked instead. “What would be your first choice for something to do on a rainy day in the city?”

He gave her a sheepish grin.

“What?” she prompted.

“Don’t laugh, but my favorite thing to do on a rainy day is go to a museum.”

“Really?” She shifted to look at him better.

Jaylon pulled back at her reaction. “Why do you sound so surprised?”

“I’m not, it’s just—”

“Just what?” He tilted his head. “I don’t look the type?”

She nodded, a little embarrassed.

He shrugged. “Peel an onion, Becca. It’s got a lot of layers.”

She put her hand on his cheek. “I’m sorry, Jay. I didn’t mean anything by that. The museum it is. Which one is your favorite?”

“Any of them, really. Your choice.”

Brushing her lips to his, she threw the covers back. “C’mon, then. We’ve got a wash and rinse ahead of us and then off we go.”

* * *

“Miss?” The bellman smiled, reaching for the bundles in Becca’s arms. “I’ll see that your packages are taken to your room.” The man nodded, taking the Bergdorf bags from her hand. “Will there be anything else?”

She opened her mouth to reply, but she caught Jaylon in the corner of her eye crossing against the light. He waved, and then took the hotel’s steps two at a time and then stopped in front of her with a couple of wrapped wax paper bags.

“Hey, where’ve you been?” Becca asked.

He leaned over and pecked her cheek. “Getting you a taste of New York.”

“Is there anything else I can do, sir?” the bellman asked, looking from one to the other.

“We’re going to need a taxi,” Jay answered, handing Becca one of the wrapped bags.

The bellman nodded. “Good, sir.” He put Becca’s bags on his cart and then headed toward the street, his whistle already in his mouth.

“What’s this?” Becca asked, looking at the warm parcel in her hand.

“A hot pretzel. A must-have while visiting NYC and one of my guilty pleasures.”

She snorted. “I don’t think so, Jay. I can barely walk without wincing from your guilty pleasures.”

He took a huge bite of his pretzel and chewed, fishing in his jacket pocket for a wad of napkins.

“I cannot believe you. We had a huge breakfast a couple of hours ago.”

“Rule number two. Remember?” He clicked the inside of his cheek. “Always hungry.” Jay held out a piece of the soft, salty goodness, but she shook her head.

“No, thanks. I just went clothes shopping. After what I saw in the dressing room mirror I may never eat again.”

“That’s ridiculous. You’ve got the kind of curves any shifter would die to sink his teeth into. If I was with you in that dressing room, they would have called store security on us for indecent exposure.”

“No doubt.”

He swallowed, wiping his mouth on a napkin. “Still, I don’t get why you wouldn’t let me come with you. You could have modeled what you bought.”

“Please. I have a hard enough time at regular stores finding clothes I like, let alone ones that make me feel good. That store across the street is all about designer trends for skinny bitches. Trust me, it was not pretty.”

He laughed. “Real women have curves, baby, and you are a real woman.”

He growled for effect and Becca’s cheeks warmed at the sincerity on his face.