Page 62 of Seducing Bran
“And how much I’m going to enjoy waking up to you naked after I’ve loved your body a few times tonight.”
“A few!”
“I have stamina. Surprised?”
“No.” She shook her head. “I need to remind myself that the Bran you present to the world isn’t the real man.”
He leaned over and held her chin with his thumb and forefinger, kissing her soft lips. “Only you see the real me.” He quirked his eyebrow. “Speaking of seeing all of oneself, what do you say to returning to my place and getting naked after all that hard work shopping?”
“But we were shopping for hours and I’m hungry again. Let’s stop off and grab dessert.”
“I’ll give you dessert,” he said as he leaned in to steal another kiss.
“Not that dessert. I’m not kidding.” She pressed her hand to her stomach. “I didn’t eat much before dinner, and I need fuel for what you have in mind. You want me at my best, don’t you?”
Dammit, she had him there.
Bran calculated how long a stop would take. It was a conundrum. Make her happy with sweets, or make her happy with sweet and dirty lovemaking. “No need to stop at the store. I’ve got eggs in the fridge.”
Ireland swatted his arm. “Bran Cade, eggs are not dessert!”
He knew when he was outmatched. Bran drove to the supermarket and tossed every creamy, sweet, dessert-like option into a shopping cart, urging Ireland along when she lingered in any one place.
He grabbed the box of cookies she had in her hand and threw them in the cart.
“Oh my God, you’re ridiculous. We just had sex, like…Oh.”
“Exactly.”
“But you’ve gone longer than that.”
He snorted. “I’ve gone years, if you ask my brothers. That’s not the point.”
“What’s the point?”
He reached around and grabbed her ass. “My girlfriend ishot.”
She grinned, and then the smile slipped from her face.
“What did I say?” He loaded the food from the cart onto the conveyer belt. “Was it the girlfriend bit? I don’t have to call you that if you’re not comfortable with it yet.”
“I liked you calling me your girlfriend. Too much. I’m waiting for the other shoe to drop. Things are too perfect.”
The cashier was in front of them now, and Bran waited until they were outside, groceries in hand before he answered. “No other shoe is going to drop. I hadn’t met you until now, and things are perfect because I found you.”
“Would you have been ready if we’d met years ago?”
She deserved an honest answer. “I like to think so. You’re still you. It’s more than your beauty. It’s your intelligence, your sense of humor, your glasses…” He grinned.
She shook her head. “Only man who likes my glasses.”
“I doubt that. There’s probably a porn site dedicated to hot chicks in glasses. It’s a fetish.”
She looked leery. “Is it your fetish?”
He tossed the groceries in the back of his truck. “Never had a fetish until you came into my life. Now I have an Ireland fetish.”
Her smile was so bright, his heart made a double beat.
