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He smirks. “No, but you better believe, I will now. I’m putting everything on the highest shelf.”
“You’d better not.”
He grins at me and turns back to the stove. I start rummaging through his cabinets again, surprised when I find both vanilla and cinnamon. “I’m shocked this bachelor’s kitchen has some of this stuff.”
“My mom stops by once in a while and stocks the cabinets with what she thinks we won’t have,” he says wryly, but I hear the affection in his voice.
“Well, thank you to your mom.” I snag the eggs, butter, and milk from the fridge.
I whip up a huge batch of pancakes. This, thankfully, is something I know how to do. We always had store bought boxes of pancake mix on hand when I was growing up. It was cheap and easy. “Do you have a griddle?”
He looks around the kitchen. “I don’t think so.”
“Okay. I’ll just look for a skillet.” I start looking through the cupboards. When I turn back around, he shakes his head. I lift an eyebrow. “Is this going to work?”
“I’ll focus,” he grumbles. When I walk past him, he snags my hand and pulls me close. “But I can’t tell you how hard it is to focus when you’re anywhere near me. Then add to that you’re in my clothes, and you spent the night curled up against my wolf? You'd better be glad I haven’t thrown you over my shoulder and taken you to my room.”
I can’t help my grin; he makes me so happy. “Is that something you think about often?”
“Every moment of every day.” He’s so serious. I throw my head back and laugh; I can’t help it. “Are you laughing at me?”
I try to tamp down my laughter. “Only because I really like you.” The words slip out before I even think about it, and I freeze. Zane goes still, and his eyes intensify.
Zane stalks towards me. “You’re thinking of taking back those words, aren’t you?”
I lift my head, so I can meet his gaze. “No...” I put my hands on his chest and give him a soft smile. “I mean how could I not really like you? You’ve made it impossible not to.” He stares down at me, like he doesn’t believe me. I lift my arms and run them up his chest and up to his shoulders. “You mean the world to me, Zane. I—” I don’t get the words out before his lips are on mine. His hands find my hips and tug me close as he slides his lips over mine again and again. I stand on my tiptoes and push my fingers through the hair at the back of his head and tug his head down. He growls low in his chest and pulls me closer, all but consuming me. Heat rushes through me, and I return his kisses with the same passion. He lifts me a moment later, setting me on the counter and putting my face closer to his level. His lips are back on mine a moment later. He reaches up and tugs the scrunchie from my hair, and my hair falls down around us.He groans his approval and threads his fingers through my hair, gripping it and tugging my head to get a better angle.
“You mean so much to me, Evie,” he says in between kisses. His lips trail down my neck and to my collarbone. I shiver at his onslaught, but I can’t wipe the smile from my face. I tug his face back to mine and kiss him again.
“So, I take it she accepted your wolf.”
Chapter 47
Evie
The voice has the effect of cold water. I jerk back, loosing my arms from Zane’s neck. Zane has no such issues. He drops his lips to my neck again. “Go away,” he growls.
I glance over to see Reid walk past us like this is absolutely normal. I push Zane back, and he growls again.
I pat his chest. “Later,” I tell him softly.
“I feel like I should tell you we all have impeccable hearing, Evie,” Reid says before uncapping a bottle of water and chugging half of it.
I feel my face heat, which only seems to draw Zane’s attention back to me. I take a deep breath and push him away before jumping down. I head to my bowl of pancake mix. “You hungry, Reid?”
“Sure.”
Zane snorts. “That means yes.”
“Got it. I’m making pancakes; they’ll be ready soon.” I move over to the fridge and find the container of fresh blueberries I eyed earlier. I move over to where Zane is making eggs and drop some butter into a skillet. He doesn’t bother to move away, and I don’t try to either. We’re side by side at the stove. I’m not going to lie; it feels really good. I look up at him and catch him watching me. I smile at him before dropping some batter into the pan.
For the next twenty minutes, we work together easily, as if we’ve always worked together in the kitchen. He finishes his eggs, I keep a steady stream of pancakes going and cut up freshfruit. He makes a skillet of chicken sausage, and I cut up some peppers and onions to go with it.
Reid helped us for a little bit but then disappeared when Zane kept giving him a look. He finally smirked, threw up his hands, and left us alone. “Mmmm, it smells amazing in here,” Quint says, joining us in the kitchen. He walks over to the stove.
“Morning, Evie.”
“Morning, Quint.”
