Page 93 of Wicked Perfect Storm
“You just gonna stand there, buttercup?” he calls out. “You wanna grab some plates and shit so we can eat?”
My feet become unstuck from the floor, and I force my eyes to tear away from his body as I make my way into the kitchen.
“I didn’t know where you were,” I whisper, feeling ashamed for being so damn needy.
He turns his head, his eyes finding mine as I reach into the cabinet for plates, and he grins. He appears as though he has absolutely nothing to worry about in life. I love and hate that for him equally because I don’t think I’ve ever been carefree a day in my entire existence.
“Not leaving you alone anywhere, babe.”
I let out a sigh of relief, then head toward the table with the two plates. A few moments later, we’re sitting at the table, me in his T-shirt and him shirtless, his hair a tousled mess from sleep. He’s beautiful, this man of mine. I don’t know how on earth I’m going to keep him. I have a feeling he’ll get tired of me.
“Made bacon and eggs. Cut up some fruit, too. We gotta hurry. It’s getting a little late, and we need to get to the clubhouse.”
He doesn’t even mention going to the salon, and I’m glad. I’m just not ready yet… I don’t know if I ever will be. Maybe with Piper and Kiplyn I might be able to stand being there, but not alone ever again—never alone.
After I’ve eaten, I clean the dishes while Lance takes a phone call. I watch as he makes his way outside, and even though I can see him on the back patio, I can’t take my eyes off him. I can’t look away from him.
He is my lifeline.
I’ve never been this dependent on someone, this obsessed, this pathetic.
Once the dishes are cleaned up and placed in the dishwasher, I start it, then stare at the back patio and wait for him to be finished talking to whoever he’s talking to so I can go and take a shower.
I can’t walk anywhere in this house without him.
I know it’s pitiful, but this is who I am right now and maybe always will be.
Unable to take my eyes off him, I watch as he shoves his phone into his pocket before he turns and steps back into the house. He lifts his eyes to meet mine and gives me a small smile.
“You about ready to shower?”
“Yeah,” I exhale, thankful he doesn’t mention the fact I’ve been standing in the kitchen staring at him, willing him to make his way back inside.
I’m so embarrassed.
I watch him as he makes his way into the bathroom and starts the shower. I expect him to walk back into the bedroom, but he doesn’t. “Come on, babe, we’ll shower together.”
Together.
Sinking my teeth into my bottom lip, I make my way into the warm bathroom. It’s already filled with steam. “Lance?” I ask.
His lips twitch into a small grin. “We’ll shower together. Save time.”
I don’t know how that’s going to work because all I want is this man inside of me. We didn’t do anything last night. I was exhausted from the doctor, from the kidnapping, from all the horrible things I saw.
But I’m not tired anymore.
Sinking my teeth into my bottom lip, I slide them across before I release it. I take the hem of the shirt between my fingers and rub it back and forth a few times before I glide it up my body, exposing all of myself to him.
“Buttercup,” Lance hisses.
“How much of a hurry are we in?” I ask.
I watch as his eyes darken. He shakes his head once as he reaches his arm out, with his palm facing upward before he speaks. “We got a few minutes.”
Sucking in a breath, I place my hand in his. His fingers curl around mine as he tugs me toward the warm shower. Placing my hand in the center of his chest, I tilt my head backward, my eyes finding his.
Without a single word, I sink to my knees in front of him. “Reese,” he rasps.
