Page 64 of Feels Like Love
“Thank you,” I said, taking a sip. “You always take such good care of me.”
“My pleasure.” He flashed me a wicked grin, and I knew he was referring to last night. We’d stayed up for hours talking and kissing—“practicing.” It had to be one of my favorite memories with him.
His hands gripping my hips, exploring me over my clothes. The feel of his stomach and chest as I touched him, completely uninhibited. His fervent kisses, our shared groans.
“I see bubbles, B!” River called, bouncing on the step stool with excitement.
I blinked a few times, snapping out of the fantasy as I glanced toward my son. River was still in his pajamas—a silky purple princess nightgown he adored. His hair was a mess, but his eyes were alight with happiness.
“Remember, BB,” Bennett said, and I assumed that was short for Butter Bean. “We have to be careful around the stove. Dance parties are for the living room. ’Kay?”
River immediately snapped to attention and stopped wiggling around. “Right. Yes. Of course, B.”
“Okay.” I could hear the smile in Bennett’s voice. “Those look good. You ready?”
“He’s going to flip them?” I asked. I enjoyed cooking with River, but usually I had him help measure or mix, not use the stove. I was too afraid he’d get burned.
“Yep.” Bennett glanced at me over his shoulder and smiled in encouragement. “He’s done several already. And he’s doing great.”
I couldn’t see River’s face, but he went really still, and I held my breath while he pushed the spatula into the pan. I waited until he’d flipped all three pancakes and set the spatula back down to say, “Wow, Riv. That’s amazing.”
Bennett ruffled River’s hair. “Good job, bud.”
“Looks like I’m not the only one you’re helping learn a new skill,” I teased.
When Bennett’s eyes met mine, they were dark with lust. My lips tingled just thinking about last night, and I wanted him to kiss me again. To kiss more than just my lips and my neck. To go further.
“River,” Bennett said, his eyes never leaving mine. “Can you set the table? I need your mom’s help with something in the other room.”
“Sure thing!” River hopped down and set to work.
I followed Bennett to the laundry room, but before I could ask what was up, his lips were on mine. His body pressing mine against the wall. I smiled into the kiss, quickly losing myself in this man and his touch. We were breathless and acting recklessly, and I’d never been so turned on in my entire life.
Judging from Bennett’s hard-on nudging my stomach, he felt the same. Desire pooled in my core, and I slid my hands down his back, grabbing his butt and pulling him closer. Needing him closer still. Too many clothes. Too much fabric between us.
“Hi.” He smiled, and my heart flip-flopped in my chest.
He was the same Bennett but somehow different. We were the same but somehow more than we’d ever been.
“Hi.” I grinned right back at him.
And then River called, “Mom? Bennett?”
I squeezed my eyes shut and then released him. What the heck was that? With a heavy sigh, Bennett tucked a strand of hair behind my ear.
“Mom?” River’s footsteps echoed in the hallway. He was getting close. “Where are you guys?”
With great reluctance, I stepped away from Bennett and over to the dryer. “In here, buddy.” The door opened, and River popped his head inside. “All cleared up?” I asked Bennett.
“Yeah. Thanks for your help.” He winked. “Though I might need your assistance again later.”
“Absolutely. Anytime.” I smiled so hard my cheeks hurt.
He’d kissed me. Bennett freaking Nash had kissed me. Not because I’d asked him to. Not for “practice.” But because he wanted to.
We followed River back down the hall, and Bennett gave my hip a squeeze as we reached the kitchen. I grinned at him over my shoulder, amused by his hooded expression. Eyes glued to my butt.
“Breakfast is served,” River said with a flourish.
