Page 46 of A Cowboy's Heart
As she walked past him, he closed his eyes as he inhaled her unique scent. Pushing the door closed, he leaned back against it and folded his arms as he looked at her. She stood in the center of the kitchen smiling at him.
“Something smells good,” she said.
“Yes, it’s you. You look beautiful too.” He pushed away from the door and strode to her.
“This old thing?” She teased about the blue pastel sundress.
“You always look beautiful.” He glanced down and grinned. “I love those red toenails.”
Willa rose on her toes and kissed him. He wrapped his arms around her and deepened the kiss. She moaned into his mouth then pulled back from him.
“I’m hungry,” she told him as he lowered his lips to her shoulder.
“Oh, sweetheart, so am I,” he whispered as he moved his mouth along her neck.
“Devin…”
Pulling away from her, he stared down into her eyes. “Yeah, you’re right. We’d better eat now, or we won’t at all.”
Willa smiled at him then set her purse on the table. “Anything I can do to help?”
“Nope. I got this. I hope you like lasagna. I guess I should have asked that first.”
“I do, and I’m impressed you can make it.”
“Don’t be, because I didn’t. My mom did.”
“You had your mom make us dinner?”
He grinned. “It was in my freezer. All I had to do was thaw and bake it. She makes Jaxon and me meals all the time. She seems to think we’re helpless males.”
Walking to the counter, he put oven mitts on then pulled the lasagna out of the oven, and set it on the table. “Have a seat.”
Pulling a chair out, she sat down. He’d set thetable earlier. After placing the meal on the table, he tossed the mitts on the counter then picked up a bottle of wine and poured her a glass then set it in front of her before retrieving a beer for himself from the fridge.
“You don’t like wine?”
“Not really,” he said making a face.
“What makes you think I do?”
“I asked Rocky.” He nodded to her plate as he cut the garlic bread. “Eat.”
They began eating and a silence descended on them. However, when she moaned after taking a bite of food, his dick shot up.
“This is fantastic.”
Devin stared at her then cleared his throat. “Yeah, Mom’s a good cook.”
Not knowing what else he to say right now, he continued to eat and suffer when she’d moan. Finally, he couldn’t take it anymore and set his fork down and looked at her.
“Do you think you could stop doing that? You’re making my damn dick ache.”
Her eyes widened and then she burst out laughing. “I thought you liked it when I moaned?”
“If we were having sex right now, I’d love it but we’re not.” Shrugging, he picked his fork up again.
“Then we need to finish dinner.”
