They panted together and she held tight to him. What a perfect way to wake up this had been.
An amazingly built man right in her own backyard who had given her mind-blowing sex and multiple orgasms. Why had she waited all these years to jump him?
His breath blew hot against her neck and she shivered.
He raised up to look down at her. “Cold?”
“To the contrary. Quite hot.”
“Hell yes you are.” He lifted her off the table and set her on her feet, and then they both went into the bathroom to clean up.
Once again, her hair was a wild bird’s nest. “I need a shower.”
“I’ll be sweating all day, so I’ll pass,” he said. “And you’re beautiful.”
He turned her to face him and pressed his lips softly against hers, then let her go so she could wind her hair up into a bun.
He stared at her in the mirror.
“What?” she asked.
“You have the most incredible freckles across your cheeks and nose.”
She wrinkled said nose. “I’ve never liked them.”
He frowned. “The hell you say. They’re one of the sexiest things about you.”
No one had ever said her freckles were sexy. Cute, adorable, juvenile, whatever. But sexy? Never.
She turned and lifted up on her toes to take a nibble of his chin. “And your beard stubble is hot as hell.”
He slanted a hot smile at her. “Good to know you like it. I’ll keep that in mind for the next time my face is between your legs.”
Her entire body quivered. “Now that image will be on my mind the rest of the day while I’m working.”
She got dressed and he walked with her to the door. He swept her into his arms and kissed her—a hot, long, hard kiss that heated her up and made her wish they could spend the entire day together. But she had work to do and Finn did as well, so when they broke the kiss, she sighed.
“That was nice,” she said, unable to resist laying her palm against his chest, just to feel the hard muscle there. “Maybe I’ll see you tonight.”
“Maybe I’ll be here.”
She gave him a smile and walked toward the house, happy to see absolutely no one as she snuck her way up the stairs and into her room. She took a quick shower, wound her hair up and fastened it with a clip, then put on a sundress and sandals. She made her way down the stairs, stopping in the kitchen where she grabbed a cup of coffee and a cinnamon roll that Louise had left on the counter—bless her. She went into her office, answered a few e-mails and did some paperwork before it was time for the meeting.
Erin was already in the room, of course, her planners and her laptop perfectly organized.
“Is Agatha with you?”
“She was, but then she spotted Finn’s dog when we got here so now the two of them are running amok outside.”
“Awesome. Murphy will enjoy having a friend today.”
Honor dashed in, closing the door behind her. “Sorry I’m late. I had an upset bride to deal with and once she gets talking I can’t get her off the phone.”
“What was she upset about?” Erin asked.
“Flower arrangements. It was a minor thing, but you know how brides get.”
“Do we ever,” Brenna said.
Honor blew out a breath and laid her things on the table. “She has a lot of ideas. Like, a lot of ideas.”
Brenna leaned back and sipped her coffee. “Doable ideas, hopefully?”
“She wants a waterfall. In the middle of the vineyard.”
Waterfalls in the middle of her vineyard were a no-go. “Oh. Not doable ideas, then.”
“I assume you told her no,” Erin said, shuffling her papers as she sat.
“I definitely told her we couldn’t accommodate a waterfall, but I told her we could rent a nice fountain that could be placed on the arbor or next to the arbor for atmospheric and audible purposes.”
“That sounds lovely,” Brenna said. “What did she say?”
“She said it wasn’t ideal, but she’d think about it.”
Erin shrugged. “I think it’s a great compromise. You’re so smart, Honor.”
“Agree,” Brenna said. “You really try to give the bridal couple everything they ask for. I couldn’t do it. I’d run screaming down the road every day if I had to do what you do.”
Honor laughed. “Most couples are fabulous and super easy. It’s only the occasional difficult ones that try my patience.”
“Okay, let’s get rolling on this meeting so we can all get to work.”
Erin was always the one to call the meeting to order, mainly because she liked to be in charge, and neither Brenna nor Honor cared one way or the other.
“Before we get started,” Honor said. “Brenna, you’re just glowy this morning. Do you have a new facial regimen that you need to share with us?”
“Uh, no. I took a shower.”
Erin studied her. “Honor’s right. And I showered, too, but I don’t glow like that. Did you use a new mask?”
“No. I showered. Washed my face. Can we move on now?”
“She wasn’t at breakfast this morning,” Honor said.
“Oh, really,” Erin said.
Brenna rolled her eyes. “That’s hardly earth-shattering news.”
“No, it’s not,” Honor said. “But Finn wasn’t at breakfast this morning, either.”
Erin gave her a smug smile. “Oh, now that is very interesting. Couple that with the morning glow . . .”
Honor’s eyes widened. “You had sex. That’s a sex glow.”
Erin nodded. “Yes, definitely a sex glow. A first-time-sex glow.”
They were like the most annoying detectives ever. Correct, but annoying as hell. “It’s freaking hot outside and I’m still sweaty from the shower. You’re both being ridiculous.”
Honor looked over at Erin. “Notice she didn’t deny the sex part.”
“She did not. Definitely guilty. So you spent the night with Finn and had so many orgasms it’s written all over your face.”
Her body trembled a little just thinking about all those orgasms. Which she was not about to discuss with her sisters.
“I have nothing to say.”
“Oh, come on,” Erin said. “You both browbeat me to death when I was first seeing Jason. Turnabout is fair play. Now spill. Did you do it in the house here?”