Page 12 of Hot Response
In my house.
How many times had I thought about this? Maybe not without the whole car driving through my bakery and hospital stop first, but of us just being here. Alone. Together.
“You weren’t kidding,” he muttered. I looked at him, curious about what he was talking about. “This place being very you,” he rumbled, his lips against my temple. “It’s great. Perfect.”
“You think so?” He nodded.
“Room?” he asked, and I realized right then that my hand hadn’t only been on his chest but had somehow found its way wrapped around his neck, playing with the short hairs at the back of his head.
“Room?”
“Your bedroom, baby. You need to rest.” There was thatbabyagain.
“Rest? Why? I thought…” I didn’t finish the sentence. It was like my brain was short circuiting. I was pretty sure he had come over to hook up, but maybe we’d had some kind of misunderstanding? Maybe I hadn’t been clear enough?
“You’re dead on your feet, baby.”
“I hardly did anything today and?—“
“Baby, you had a really emotionally, mentally, and physically heavy day.”
“It wasn’t—“ I started to argue, but his eyes softened. His head leaned in, bringing his stupidly beautiful face that much closer. So close, his breath tickled my lips.
“Please let me do this for you. Let’s get you to bed. You can watch some TV while I make us something to eat. Please?”
That secondpleasewas the last nail in the coffin.
I had a feeling anything he asked with that soft, sweet littlepleasewould let him get away with murder. “You know how to cook?” I asked, changing the subject slightly.
This time, his lips didn’t just twitch like he thought I was being cute. Nope. He graced me with a full-on smile. But it wasn’t just any smile. It showed off his straight white teeth and a dimple! And it was so damn beautiful to look at it felt like a gift.
“I know how to cook, cupcake. Don’t you worry about your kitchen. It’s safe with me. I promise.” He winked, and I believed him.
At least I knew my kitchen was safe, but I wasn’t so sure about my heart. Because after he got me settled in bed, withGolden Girlsplaying in the background, I was pretty sure my heart had jumped out of my chest and right into his back pocket so it could leave with him.
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RON
“Thanks for cooking,”she said as she sighed with a happy satisfied smile on her face. One I wanted to keep for the rest of my days. Hell, it was one I wanted to put there for a whole other reason.
“It was my pleasure,” I said and meant it.
Watching her eat had been like fucking foreplay. At my age, I should have better control over my libido than I did. But who could blame me? Every little moan and eye flutter and sound she made had set my blood on fire and made my cock harder than a pole of rebar, but that wasn’t what I was there for.
Evelyn had been through a lot, and she’d asked me over so she wouldn’t be alone. Though, the way she looked at me made me think maybe we both wanted so much more.
“How are you feeling?” I asked, my voice raspy in my own ears.
“Full?” She giggled and stopped when a deep growl vibrated through my chest.
Full. Full. Full.That little word bounced in my head like a ping pong ball. Fuck, I liked the way that sounded. I wanted tostuff her full in so many other ways. I shook my head, trying to keep my shit together.
“That’s good.” I scratched the back on my neck, trying to keep my hands to myself.I am so fucking tempted to touch her. Kiss her.“Here, let me get that.” I took her plate and mine and hurried to the kitchen.
I needed to get a hold of myself.
My self-control was slipping before my eyes, and a man she hardly knew pawing at her, trying to find out just how sweet her lips tasted, was the last thing she needed. I turned the water on at the sink, making sure to give it time to heat up while I worked on scrubbing the bowls and the pots and pans I’d used. But it didn’t matter that I was trying to use up energy and scalding water was burning my hands; it was like my body was awake after the deepest slumber, and now it wouldn’t settle the hell down.
