Page 209 of One More Kiss
He lifted his face to look at me. “It would.” I grinned then gave him a peck. “I guess I need to take care of that thing. I’ll be right back.” He pulled out and I immediately missed the connection.
He walked to the bathroom, so I rolled to watch. What a perfect ass. I heard water then he came back with all his glory on display and climbed on the bed. “Roll back over.” He instructed.
I did as he said, and he took a warm washcloth and cleaned me up. The way he stared at me while he did sent another flush to my chest and cheeks.
He tossed the rag toward the bathroom then stretched out next to me. “I could just look at you all day, woman.”
“Likewise.” He was magnificent, but my whole body was still mush so I was proud I got that one word out.
“I’m glad you enjoy it.” He pulled me close and lay his head on my breast. “Is it too forward to ask to sleep here?”
Butterflies filled my stomach causing me to giggle like an idiot. “I’d be a little put out if you didn’t now.”
“No, I’m sleeping in this room for sure, I meant here, right here,” he said as he dug his beard into the soft skin of my breast.
“Oh,” I giggled again, “I suppose if you want. But you should know I’ll turn into a furnace after a while.”
“Well, you’re already hot, so I’ll take my chances.” He squeezed his arm over me, pulling me even closer.
We lay like that a while until his stomach growled.
“I guess I need to go cook dinner.”
I rubbed his head again. “You don’t have to do that. I can do it.”
He sat up on his forearm. “Woman, you’re gonna have to get used to this.” He kissed my nose then rolled off the bed. “First, a shower, then I’ll go cook for us both. You stay there and relax.”
I watched him walk to the bathroom then pulled the blanket over me and lay there until he came out. He had on his long-johns and a t-shirt.
He leaned over me, pressing his warm lips to mine. “I’ll go start dinner. Want me to get you when I’m done?”
Was this guy for real?
I shook my head. “No, I’m going to hop in the shower then I’ll be down.”
He went through the door, and I slinked from the bed then into the bathroom. After a quick but thorough shower, I threw on my jammies and went downstairs.
Seeing him at the stove so relaxed, humming as he cooked filled my chest with a tickling heat.
Oh shit.
