I pushed the thought away and smiled at the beautiful man beside me.
“Why is your bed so comfortable?” His voice was all tease as he pulled me onto his chest and kissed the top of my head. “It’s like a cloud in here.”
“It’s the sheets and the bedding. They’re extra cozy,” I said, tipping my head back as he leaned down and kissed me.
“You’re extra cozy, baby.” His fingers interlaced with mine, and he rolled me onto my back and looked down at me. “God, you’re so fucking beautiful.”
My breath hitched in my throat, and I blinked a few times because I’ve never felt this way about anyone. This connection was so powerful and all-consuming.
My teeth sank into my bottom lip, and I smiled before tugging him down to kiss me again.
My alarm startled me when it went off on the nightstand, and Clark pulled back and reached for my phone. He turned it off and set it back down on the nightstand, his fingers tracing over my nipples as his sleepy gaze took me in.
“We’ve got to get up,” I whispered. “But I don’t want to.”
“How about we take a shower together this morning?” he said, scooping me up out of bed and tossing me over his shoulder.
I laughed and smacked his ass. “You know you don’t need to carry me. I do have legs that work.”
He set me down on the counter in the bathroom and turned on the shower before turning around to face me. We were both buck naked, and I didn’t have a self-conscious bone in my body around this man anymore. He made me feel like the most beautiful woman in the world, and I loved how comfortable we were together now. He placed one hand on each side of me onthe counter and leaned forward. “What if I like carrying you around?”
“Well then, I can’t argue with that. Take me to the shower, Hotshot.” I held up my arms and chuckled when he scooped me up. “And then I’ll make you pancakes for breakfast.”
“Deal.”
He set me down under the warm water. There were moments like this with Clark that made me very aware that this was something special. Something bigger than a job or a contract. I pushed the feeling away every time I thought about it because I didn’t want to get ahead of myself.
He poured the shampoo into his hands and turned me around, my back to his front. His large hands massaged my head, and he tilted it back just slightly so that I wouldn’t get soap in my eyes. His fingers moved along my scalp, and I groaned. We already had sex this morning, and here I was, getting all turned on again when we didn’t have time for more than a quick shower and breakfast. He rinsed my hair and turned me around, and we took turns washing one another’s bodies. It was intimate and sweet, and I loved that he always stepped out of the shower first and grabbed a towel to wrap me up. We hurried to dry off, and I quickly slipped into my robe and brushed out my hair, adding some product and letting it air dry while we made breakfast together.
It was the routine we’d fallen into since we returned. I flipped the pancakes, while he pulled out the syrup and made us some coffee. My head tipped back with a laugh when he pulled me onto his lap. This was his thing. He wanted to be touching all the time, and I loved it so much. When we were at work, it wasn’t an option. But behind closed doors, it was a completely different story.
We shared one plate of pancakes piled high, and I poured syrup over them and cut the first bite, holding the fork out to him. We took turns eating, sipping our coffee, and talking.
“Do you think we’ll ever run out of things to say?” I asked, turning on his lap so I could see his handsome face.
“No.” He shrugged. “Because I went a long time before I met you, and I want to know everything.”
I sucked in a breath. That was the thing with Clark. He was so genuine, and he just said what he thought and didn’t hold back.
“I want to know everything, too, Hotshot.”
My phone vibrated, and he chuckled when he looked down to see the text from my dad, along with the time. He pushed me up and set me on my feet.
“We’ll have to save that thought for dinner tonight.”
He leaned down and kissed me, and I wished we could stay right here forever.
The day had gone by in a blur, and I was catching up on emails now.
There was a knock on my office door, and I glanced at my calendar to make sure I hadn’t forgotten a meeting, but there was nothing scheduled.
“Come in,” I called out.
“Hey, you got a minute?” Sebastian Wayburn asked.
I nodded. “Of course.”
He strolled in, closing the door behind him.
