Donovans 01 - Amber Beach

to throwing Honor’s alarm clock through the wall. Swearing in a bastard combination of Russian and English, he fumbled for the shrieking monster, silenced it with a blow from his fist, and pulled the covers back into place.
    Mumbling something sleepy, Honor burrowed into his warmth. He wrapped his arms around her and looked out the window. Not even the barest hint of predawn light showed.
    “Wake up, honey,” he said, biting her ear gently. “It’s time to be up and about and fishing.”
    A warm hand drifted down from his chest to his belly and just below. He felt as much as heard her laughter when she discovered him.
    “Fishing, huh?” she said. “Dibs on this rod. Wonder what I’ll catch?”
    He sucked in his breath. Hard. “Uh, Honor . . .”
    She made a low sound that was part laughter and mostly pure female pleasure at what she held in her hand.
    “Honey,” he said, “you keep that up and you’re going to spend the day the same way you spent the night.”
    “Promises, promises.”
    Jake grabbed the last of his self-control, pulled her hand to his lips, and kissed it rather fiercely.
    “That wouldn’t be a good idea,” he said.
    “Why not?”
    He slid his fingers down to the spicy, wonderfully female center of her. “Because I’m betting you’re sore, that’s why.” He probed lightly. “Right?”
    Her breath hissed in as her body stretched and awakened, remembering ecstasy and hungering for more of it in the same instant.
    “Yes and no,” she said. “I’m a little sore, but it would be a great idea.”
    Regretfully, Jake withdrew from the warmth he ached to bury himself in. “We’ll give you time to heal.”
    “How much time?”
    “A few days.”
    The look of dismay on Honor’s face made him want to ravish and cherish her at the same time.
    “Way too long,” she said.
    “I don’t want to hurt you,” he said simply. “I can wait.”
    “I’ve spent my life waiting and didn’t even know it. To hell with more waiting.”
    He laughed and tugged lightly on her tangled hair. “Does that mean I didn’t bore you?”
    “Bore me? What are you talkingohmygod,” she said, remembering. “I actually said that sex was boring, didn’t I?”
    “Yeah.”
    “You’re the exception that proves the rule.” She gave him an off-center smile. “Come here and be exceptional.”
    As Jake bent down to her mouth, he told himself that he could kiss her and pet her a little—hell, a lot—and please her wildly without riding her.
    Honor was well on her way to ecstasy when the phone rang. She made a muffled sound of denial and rejection, but the phone kept ringing. Jake took one more deep, drugging taste of her and forced himself to lift his head.
    “Did you remember to turn on the answering machine?” he asked.
    “When would I have done that? You haven’t let me out of bed. And vice versa.”
    Jake laughed, then kissed her so delicately that she hovered on the brink of shattering climax.
    The sound of the phone was shattering, period.
    “Go ahead and answer it,” he said. “I’ll remember where we left off.”
    The phone rang again. She grabbed the receiver because it was the only way she could think of to shut up the phone.
    “Do you know what time it is?” Honor snarled.
    “I thought so!” Archer said, sounding as angry as she did. “What the hell do you think you’re doing at Kyle’s house after I told you to leave?”
    Amusement flickered over Honor’s features as she looked at Jake lying so hard and ready between her legs. “You don’t want to know what I’m doing, Archer.”
    Jake’s body stilled.
    “You’re right,” her brother snapped. “All I want to know is that you’ve hauled your stubborn butt out of town.”
    “No can do. I’m staying.”
    “Honor, listen to me. Leave right now.”
    “Allow me to point out that there isn’t a thing you can do about your commands. I’m here and you’re there and life’s tough all over.”
    “Listen to reason”
    “Beats listening to your orders,” she interrupted, yawning. “Say something reasonable. I’m listening.”
    There was a seething silence followed by a heartfelt “Shit.”
    “Now that’s really reasonable, big brother. Any other little pearl of wisdom you want me to listen to? Crap, maybe? How about caca? And let’s not forget the all-purpose merde .”
    “Honor, this isn’t funny.”
    “I’m sorry your sense of humor stinks. See how reasonable I’m being? Polite, too.”
    Jake muffled