O'Leary

Yeah, stick with her. Jack snorted. Girl couldn’t even toast a bagel, clearly she needed him more than he needed her.

Jack nudged her bare leg with his nose.

“Eh?” she mumbled around a bite of bagel.

Another quick jab and pointed glance at her bagel. Louisa stared blankly as he warmed her icy toes with his paws. That’s right, babe. See how useful I am?

Her heartbeat was deafening in her ears. Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit. Air froze in her lungs as Louisa looked over her shoulder.

Nestled on the other pillow was one of the most handsome faces she had ever seen. Sharply chiseled cheekbones framed by a strong jaw dusted with golden stubble. Long, golden-brown eyelashes lined eyelids closed peacefully in sleep. Gorgeous…and a complete stranger.

A scream burst from her chest, piercing the morning tranquility. There was a stranger in her bed! Louisa leapt from the bed, or tried to anyway. Bedding tangled her limbs as she flailed unsuccessfully.

The angelic creep woke with a jerk. He jumped off the bed and landed in a crouch, his head swiveling as he scanned the room. A frown crinkled his brow as he watched Louisa’s panicked struggle through bleary eyes.

Oh no, he was naked. Like super naked. Louisa’s eyes tracked from his handsome face down his carved chest. A light dusting of hair sprinkled across his chest, trailing down his rock solid abs to his… fucking perfect dick. Holy hell.

Louisa poked her head up over the edge of the bed. Her unwelcome visitor straightened from his crouch, his head cocked to the side as he watched Louisa with wide green eyes. He took a step forward and pitched sideways, nearly falling flat. He caught himself on the footboard, a large, tan hand gripping the bedpost. Pulling himself upright, he raised his hands to touch the lines of his face. His fingertips traced the shape of his mouth and trailed along the bridge of his nose.

“Yes! Finally!” he shouted, triumphantly punching a fist into the air. He winced at the motion.

Louisa watched him warily as he probed his shoulder. Dark lines webbed from his muscled pec outward. His frown slid back into place as he studied the area.

She dropped onto all fours and inched toward the door, her traitorous blankets abandoned. Forcing herself to take slow, calm breaths, Louisa silently crept forward. A shadow blocked out the faint morning light. She froze. He stood over her, staring with a perplexed expression on his face. Shit.