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swayed with the motion, taunting her like a freaking red flag…even though it was navy blue.
    “Then I’ll just get going.” She took her eyes off of him, so not an easy thing to do, and went to grab her purse on the floor.
    “Why?”
    “What?” Her head came up and she straightened.
    “Why are you leaving?”
    “I thought we just established this.”
    “No, we established not having the awkward morning-after thing . We never established you leaving,” he said, shaking his head.
    “Do you plan on making this as uncomfortable as possible?”
    “I was thinking about it. But if you head out that door I think you’ll make yourself plenty uncomfortable all on your own.”
    “Meaning?”
    “How were you planning on getting back to the bar?”
    Well, that had her coming up short. “I hadn’t really thought that out.” She hadn’t really thought anything out as was evident by her current predicament.
    “It’s three miles to the main road, and another five to the Second Hand Guitar. And as you don’t know where you are I would imagine it would be difficult to call a cab. Also I don’t think you’d get far walking in those shoes of yours before your feet started to kill you.”
    “Well, isn’t this the perfect setting for a horror movie.”
    A laugh escaped his mouth and he shook his head. “I was actually going for the perfect setting for a romantic comedy. Boy meets girl, boy takes girl home and gives her multiple orgasms, boy makes girl breakfast the following morning.”
    Okay, she was going to ignore the romantic comedy comment. “Look, Liam, last night wasn’t something that I’ve ever done before. I’m not the kind of girl who goes home with men I just met.”
    He tilted his head to the side and his grin somehow widened. “See, we have something in common. I don’t go home with men I just met, either.”
    The corner of her lip twitched despite herself.
    “Is this something you do for all of the girls you have one-night stands with?” The question was out of her mouth before she thought better of it, and she inwardly cringed at her words. She was that girl. The one-night-stand girl.
    His head straightened and he studied her for a second, the humor in his eyes gone. “First of all, I’ve never made breakfast for any girl that I’ve brought home. And second, I wouldn’t classify you as a one-night stand.”
    His words had her coming up short again. She couldn’t get her brain to connect with her mouth to say anything.
    “Let me cook for you, Harper. Then I’ll take you wherever you want to go.”
    It was on the tip of her tongue to say no, to ask that he just drive her back now. She wasn’t sure what it was, the fact that he hadn’t called her a one-night stand or the intensity in his gaze, because the word “okay” slipped past her lips. And judging by the look on his face, she wasn’t the only one shocked by it.
    “Good.” He pushed himself off the counter and crossed the space to her, reaching out to hand her the bra when he was close enough. When she grabbed it he didn’t let go. His green-gold eyes focused on hers as his free hand slipped around her waist and he moved in closer. “I’m going to kiss you now.”
    He hesitated for just a moment, giving her a second to object…but just like the night before she found herself objectionless. She couldn’t think straight around this man, not when he was speaking, or looking at her, or breathing in her general direction. And now he had his hand on her, his mouth just inches from hers.
    She gave a small nod before he lowered his head. His lips gently brushed hers and his fingers tightened at her hip, bringing her flush against his body. She couldn’t stop herself from sighing in pleasure, and the second her mouth was open he took full advantage, dipping his tongue inside. She wasn’t the only one who’d taken a moment to freshen their breath, either, and he tasted so incredibly good.
    And just like that her palms were flat on