Page 101 of Make Her Mine

I dish up the French toast and move the pan off the burner. Then I turn and wrap my arms around her. “I’m not kidding when I say I’m not with you for your cooking skills.”

She looks up at me through her lashes. “And why are you with me?”

“I am so fucking glad you asked me that.”

I scoop my hands under her ass and she wraps her legs around my waist. I carry her over to the table, sit her on the edge, and then tip her back. She’s only pulled on a long t-shirt of mine and panties and I quickly strip both off.

I pull up a seat, putting me right between her legs.

“Jefferson,” she laughs softly. But she sure doesn’t try to get away.

“What?” I ask, running a hand up her inner thigh.

“I’m a mess.”

I stand, leaning over, bracing one hand beside her hip, keeping the other on her thigh. I look her directly in the eye. “I think you are the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever met. All the time, Harlow. But I want to tell you something.”

She looks a little worried, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth. I reach up to free that lip with my thumb and then run my thumb back and forth.

“I’ve known you for years. I have seen you muddy from head to toe. I’ve seen you dressed up for prom. And everything in between. You don’t have to impress me. I love when you wear sexy blue dresses for me, but I don’t need that to want you. The most beautiful you have ever been to me was after you hadn’t slept, showered, and had barely eaten for twenty-four hours when we were trying to find Alex. Your emotions were all over your face, you couldn’t hold any of your worry or anxiety or love for him inside. You didn’t care about anything except that kid. That was the most beautiful you have ever been.” I reach up and run my hand through her hair, then down the side of her neck and down her arm to link our fingers together. “Your hair, or your face, or this amazingly gorgeous body are all sprinkles on top. What I love about you is your heart.”

She sucks in a deep breath, her eyes welling with tears.

“You just said love.”

I nod “I did not intend to tell you that when you were laid out naked on my kitchen table,” I tell her. “But it’s true. It’s been true for a little while.”

She reaches for me and I let her take my face between her hands and pull me in for a long deep kiss. “I love you too,” she says against my mouth.

Relief washes over me. Not so much that she feels it, but that she’s admitted it. To me and to herself.

I kiss her again and then sit back in my chair and run both hands up her inner thighs. “Now excuse me, I have very bright, full sunlight here, and I want to see every inch.”

She covers her face with her hands and laughs. “Oh my God.”

“By the way,” I say leaning in and kissing her inner thigh. “Five to three.”

She looks down at me. “You can’t count an orgasm ahead of time.”

I grin. “Give me three minutes.”

I’m in the best fucking mood I’ve been in in months. And I’m a generally pretty happy guy. And I finally left my house. I definitely got up five to three and it was halfway to number six before she slid off the table and into my lap and we ended up at six to four. Then we ate French toast, showered, and dressed for the day. We’re splitting up for a little while now. She’s going to the bakery to help her mom. I’m actually heading over to help with some set up for the wedding tomorrow.

I text her as I remember I’ve forgotten to tell her about tonight.

Going out with the guys for Carver’s mini bachelor party. Basically just at the Come Again. Will probably be late.

She texts back, Good. I can finally have a movie night with my friends without you bothering me. Then she sends a kissy face emoji.

Jefferson: You better plan on being home later and working on evening things up. I’ve been doing a lot of work.

I just get another kissy face followed by an eggplant and then a water spray emoji. I’m grinning like a dumbass for the rest of the day.

CHAPTER 22

HARLOW

This movie is good.

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