Chapter Sixteen
Kate
I woke up to the smell of coffee. Groaning, my bladder protesting, I wondered who could be making coffee when I remembered: Lochlann. Last night. s*x.
Oh. My. God.
I blushed like an i***t as the memories flooded back. I’d thrown myself at him like some shameless hussy and he’d called my bluff. We’d had s*x twice more during the night, completely insatiable for each other.
I glanced at my phone; it was still early in the morning. Thankfully, my report that I’d neglected last night wasn’t due until later that afternoon.
After I peed, brushed my teeth, and attempted to get the knots out of my hair, Lochlann was already sitting in my living room.
“I made you some coffee,” he said, as if I hadn’t already smelled it from my bedroom.
I sat down next to him and sighed
