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“Now you’re just showing off,” I say to her, then lean in for another syrup-y kiss. “I usually order mine.”
“I’ll make it for you sometime. Homemade is so much better.”
I have a mental image of the three of us cooking together that makes me smile. “I’d like that.”
After we eat, Olivia insists on helping me clean up. I play music on my phone and we hand-wash the dishes instead of putting them in the dishwasher, and wipe down the counters. It takes a lot longer than it should because I can’t stop kissing her. I can’t help it. It’s the most domestic thing I’ve ever done with a woman but somehow still the sexiest too.
She’s rinsing off a plate when I come up behind her. I wrap my arms around her waist and nuzzle into the crook of her neck.
“You smell like syrup.” She turns her head, and I kiss her.
Laughing, she hums as she pulls back. “Taste like it too.”
She sets the plate down and shuts off the water, then turns around to face me. Her wet hands come up to rest on the front of my shirt.
“Oops.” She giggles as she realizes what she’s done.
“Guess I’ll have to take that off.”
Her laughter grows, warm and airy. Reaching down, I pick her up and carry her to the island where I set her down in front of me.
Those stunning blue eyes spark with desire as I stand between her legs.
“I like having you in my apartment,” I admit.
“I like being here.”
“Next time we’ll have to bring Greer.”
She nods then reaches out and slides her hands under the hem of my T-shirt on either side. “Then we better enjoy having the place to ourselves tonight.”
They are the exact words I want to hear, but I still hesitate.
“We don’t have to rush things. Hanging out with you, talking and laughing, kissing… it’s already the best night I can remember.” To prove my point, I offer up the first ideas that don’t involve getting her naked that come to mind. “We could watch a movie or play cards. I think I have an old Monopoly game around here somewhere too.”
“I despise Monopoly.”
“Cards it is.” I take a step back and she grabs a hold of the front of my shirt, keeping me from getting any farther away.
“I don’t want to play cards.”
“Movie?”
She slowly shakes her head, and a saucy grin pulls at the corners of her mouth. Her fingers roam up my sides and over my stomach and chest. My dick twitches.
My next suggestions come out in a low, gruff tone. “Karaoke? Dancing? I think I have some marshmallows around; we could roast them by candlelight.”
“Stop talking and kiss me, Hotshot.”
“Yes, ma’am.” I crash my mouth down onto hers.
Her fingers continue to explore my bare skin under my shirt as I savor every taste of her. Sweet and heady and so fucking perfect.
Eventually, she grabs hold of my shirt on either side and tugs upward. I break the kiss and lift my arms until she can get it all the way off. Her stare moves to take in every inch of me. When her fingers return to my chest, goosebumps dot my skin.
“Your body is incredible,” she says, holding my shirt in her hands. “I think I changed my mind about letting you see me naked.”
“Gorgeous, there is literally nothing you could be hiding under there that’s going to change how badly I want you.”
