So I hold back the words. I’ll wait until she’s comfortable saying those words to me. If she’s ever comfortable saying them…
Fear and sadness jolt through me. She’s been through so many painful breakups. She’s been so guarded with her feelings. What if she never feels that way about me? What if she never loves me?
Don’t think about that. Just focus on the moment. Focus on the fact that you have her right here, right now.
I hold her tight, wondering if she can feel just how hard my heart is hammering.
I kiss the top of her head. She lets out a soft, happy sigh. She kisses my chest and relaxes against me before falling asleep.
Warmth and comfort wash over me.
This moment with her, right now, is enough.
“Wow. You ate that breakfast sandwich in record time,” I say before taking another bite of the sandwiches I cooked for Dakota and me.
She smiles and wipes her mouth. “I can’t help it. Sex with you always leaves me starving.”
I laugh and hand her my sandwich.
She beams at me. “You’re the sweetest.”
She takes a bite and hands it back to me. She’s sitting on the kitchen island wearing nothing but my Bashers t-shirt. There goes my heart again, beating like crazy, as I stand in front of her and take in the perfect image of her wearing my clothes.
“What?” she asks.
“Nothing. I just really like it when you wear my shirts.”
She reaches forward, hooks her fingers in the waistband of my sweatpants, and pulls me to her.
“Well, I really like it when you don’t wear a shirt.”
I chuckle. She takes another bite of my sandwich, raking her gaze over my bare chest as she chews. Smiling, she glances off to the side while shaking her head.
“You’re ridiculously hot,” she murmurs.
I grab her chin and turn her to look at me. “So are you.”
I drop a kiss to her mouth, then hand her my glass of water so she can take a sip.
She sets the glass down and kisses my shoulder. “Need another massage?”
“Definitely. And then maybe you could help me out with a shower?”
The doorbell rings. Dakota hops off thecounter and winks at me. “That must be the groceries I ordered. Hold that thought.”
I chuckle as she walks to the front door. I finish my last bite of sandwich and wipe my mouth.
“Why the hell are you wearing McKesson’s t-shirt and nothing else?”
The sound of Del’s angry voice booms through my apartment.
Shit.
Chapter 47
Dakota
Itake in the horrified look on my brother’s face.
