Can't Help Falling in Love - Samantha Chase Page 0,41

never had to end.

Nine

The first time Violet woke up the next morning, it was to Hunter kissing his way down her body. He made love to her, and they were both a little sleepy, but it was slow and sweet and oh-so-good.

The next time she woke up, it was to breakfast in bed.

And for a moment, she seriously thought she was dreaming because never in her life had anyone done anything like this for her.

“Good morning, beautiful,” Hunter said as he carefully placed a tray over her lap. “I thought you might be hungry.”

Groggily, she sat up and did her best to take the sheet with her–hot coffee and bare breasts while haphazardly propped against pillows were not a good combination.

“What’s all this?” Pushing her hair away from her face, she did her best to focus on all the food in front of her. Waffles, bacon, juice, coffee, and fresh strawberries. Was this man for real?

“I’m used to getting up early, and, on the weekends, Eli and I usually make waffles together. I thought you might enjoy them.”

She was slowly waking up a little more and still couldn’t believe this was happening. Looking up at him, she smiled and thanked him. “I hope you’re going to join me.”

Hunter was shirtless and wearing a pair of faded jeans and looked good enough to eat.

After the waffles and strawberries, of course.

Violet held onto the tray as Hunter carefully climbed onto the bed beside her. They each took their coffee mugs and placed them on the bedside tables to avoid any spillage. She was ready to dig in when she turned and looked at him, suddenly feeling a little overcome with emotion. “Thank you,” she whispered.

The look on his face was one of sweet confusion. Like he couldn’t understand why she was getting choked up over waffles. Reaching up, he caressed her cheek. “Hey. You okay?”

Nodding and forcing herself not to embarrass herself by crying, she said, “It’s just…I’ve never had breakfast in bed before.” Then she gave a careless shrug. “I always thought it was something you saw in movies or on Mother’s Day commercials. Never thought it was a real thing.” As soon as the words were out of her mouth, she looked away and put her attention on the food in front of her. “I can’t believe you had time to make all this. What time did you get up?”

But Hunter wasn’t fooled. It just took the touch of his hand on her cheek again to make her look at him. He didn’t say a word, but he did lean in and kissed her.

Slowly.

Thoroughly.

To the point that their breakfast was on the verge of getting cold.

When he finally broke the kiss, they were both a little breathless, but also both aware of how they needed to eat.

“To answer your question, I got up about an hour ago. I seriously contemplated staying in bed and waking you up like I did earlier, but then I thought about treating you to breakfast.”

“Hunter, we could have gone to a diner or something. I don’t expect you to cook for me.” And she could feel her cheeks heat. Turning her head, she smiled. “But I’m delighted you did. This is…it’s incredible.”

“You haven’t tasted anything yet.”

“If you’d stop distracting me, I could,” she teased just as her stomach growled. “And now we know I can’t wait any longer.”

Laughing, Hunter poured warm syrup over their waffles before holding up a strawberry for her to taste. She usually wasn’t much of a breakfast person, but this was something a girl could get used to for sure.

“So, what do you have planned for today? Anything fun?” she asked after several bites of food.

“I’m going to help my father with some yard work, and then I promised Eli we’d get a pizza and watch a movie.” He took a sip of his coffee. “Although, I doubt he’ll make it through a movie.”

“How come?”

“Whenever he sleeps at my dad’s place, they stay up late and are up early. They like to go fishing together,” he explained. “So by the time I get him home and get him a bath and have dinner, he’s practically asleep.”

“It’s sweet that you still make the plans with him rather than pointing out how he won’t be awake to watch anything.”

“Yeah, well…why point out the negative? He’s only three, and it makes him happy, so…”

“You’re a good dad, Hunter. A really good dad.” Putting her utensils down, she leaned over and kissed him. “I’ve watched