Souls ReAligned by Tricia Daniels

You stay here and rest as long as you’d like. I wish I could stay with you. You know how much I love morning sex.” Running his hand along the length of her body, he snags the sheet, peeling it off her along the way and exposing every curve and dip of her soft, alluring feminine figure.
    “I do,” she snickers, “and so does my sister.”
    Staring down at her naked body, his mind rouses in contemplation. Shaking his head, he grumbles and gets to his feet. Knowing that staying one second longer will diminish his control, he makes his way to the door.
    “Hey, Ireland? Are you going to tell me anything about your plans for tomorrow night?”
    He grins mischievously, thankful for the distraction, “Nope, only that Nate Ross will be there, but I assumed you had already figured that out. Other than that, I’m only going to tell you that I’m going to pick you up at seven.”
    She frowns at him, “You suck.”
    “Didn’t that earn you an orgasm last night? I didn’t hear you complaining then.”
    Gah! “Yes!” she growls in frustration. “And nobody likes a smart ass this early in the morning.”
    He ducks, ineffectively, as the pillow she launches hits him in the back of the head. She smiles, proud of her aim.
    When he straightens, he turns to look at her with a slow wicked grin forming on his lips. As he reaches for her across the bed, she jumps to her feet and starts to laugh. Bolting toward the bathroom, she squeals as he chases after her.
    “Where do you think you’re going?” he asks, with a predatory smile. Catching up with her in the hallway, he wraps his arms around her, turning her to face him in the doorway.
    “I’m going to take a shower,” she says, out of breath and still smiling from ear to ear.
    “I’ll come and watch,” Glaring down at her still naked body, he tries to push his way into the room.
    “You need to go to work.” She stops him with her hand on his chest.
    “What I need ,” he begins as he unbuttons his shirt, “is to make love to you once more before I go.” He gives her that charming boyish grin that’s usually successful in getting him into her panties; if she’s wearing any, that is. Grabbing her bathrobe from the back of the door, she pulls it on and ties it, ignoring his look of disappointment.
    “Oh my God, Ireland! I can hardly walk as it is. Get out. Go build empires, destroy the enemy, buy companies…sell shit. Whatever it is that you do.”
    He raises his eyebrows and starts to laugh, “Okay, but kiss me first.”
    She hesitates for a moment, considering that this could be a diabolical plan to trap her. Leaning forward, she offers her lips anyway.
    Ethan slants his mouth over hers, tasting her lips. “Call me when you get to work, so I’m not worrying all morning,” he requests.
    Pressing her hand firmly against his chest, she pushes him out of the doorway, trying to close the door.
    “Olivia,” he says sternly, propping the door open a few inches with his foot. “I’m not joking. Call me when you get to work.”
    “Fine!” Clearly agitated she pushes the door the rest of the way closed. “Whatever you and your inner control freak need to get through the day.”
    Leaning against the door, he makes his intentions clear, “I’m just looking out for my girl. You better get used to it.”
    “I can’t hear you,” she calls out. “The water is running.” Turning on the water, she makes him shake his head.
    “I bought new body wash, it’s on the counter,” he shouts through the door. “It’s morning rain, or mountain fresh, or some shit like that. I know how much you hate the smell of strawberries.” Ethan scratches his head and mumbles to himself as he turns to walk away. “I have no fucking idea how I know that you hate the smell of strawberries, but I do.”
    Heading toward the stairs, he only gets a few feet away when the bathroom door flies open, making a loud thud as it bangs against the wall. Startled, he turns as she calls his name.