sandwich and tucking in. We eat in a comfortable silence. I’m too busy musing at the fact that he made us sandwiches instead of letting me know he was hungry.
I’ve cooked for us every day since I’ve been here. As I clean my hands on one of the napkins, I can’t help but wonder if he doesn’t like my cooking. Maybe my pancakes are the extent of what he thinks tastes any good.
He leans to place his plate on the tray and fills a glass before he picks it up, drains it, then replaces it on the tray. I look away when his gaze lands on me. He shifts over on the couch and wraps his arms around me from behind, bringing me into his warmth.
He buries his face into my neck. It’s like a reflex the way I take a breath and close my eyes. I could get lost in this feeling so easily.
“No work tomorrow. I want to take you for a ride,” he murmurs.
“Sounds good. I had planned to sleep in and read a book, but I like your idea better,” I reply.
“You can bring your book.” He kisses my skin. “I like having you here with me. My days end peacefully.”
I can’t help myself. I have to ask. “Is my cooking bad?”
“What?” he says.
“Well, you made those sandwiches. I thought maybe you didn’t like my cooking and didn’t want to hurt my feelings.”
He roars with laughter. “Darlin’, you were so into those blueprints and I was hungry. You’ve cooked every night this week. The least I could do was make a couple of sandwiches, so my woman doesn’t starve or have to fuss over me.”
“Oh, I would have stopped sooner. I lost track of time.”
He tilts my head back and pecks my lips. “You’re fine. I’m going to have a few beers on the roof for a bit. You want to come with me?”
“Sure, but I want to hit the shower first. I’ve been sitting here in these clothes all day,” I reply.
The thought of pulling on one of his T-shirts brings a smile to my face. I love wearing his things. His clothes smell like him.
“On second thought, those beers can wait,” he says before clasping a hand over my throat and devouring my lips as he holds me in place.
He nipples at my lips, coaxing my mouth open. I breathe him in as he pushes his tongue into my mouth. I reach for his hair and hold him to me.
This is my favorite part of the day, drowning in his intensity. It’s something I look forward to. When he growls and lifts me, I smile.
It might be a while before we get to those beers. I don’t mind. Being consumed by this man is nothing short of amazing.
Brick
“Eva, baby,” I say as she rests across my chest.
She mutters something and nestles deeper into my body. We were just talking before she drifted off. We never did make it for those beers. Watching her writhe beneath me is a much better pastime.
I stroke her soft skin with a smile on my lips. This week has been what I’ve been missing in my life. After a hard day of work, I get to watch her in my home and ravage her body in my bed.
Right as my mind turns to King and how I’ll handle things with him, my phone rings. I inhale, ready to face my brother. However, when I pick up the device, it’s Jemma’s number that appears.
“Shit,” I grunt.
I don’t realize my body has stiffened with irritation until Eva stirs and looks up at me. I’m even more pissed now that she’s been awakened by my cousin and her bullshit. I ignore the call and cut my ringer off.
“Everything okay?” Eva asks sleepily.
“Yeah, it’s fine,” I reply.
She gives me a quizzical look. I’m not going to get into what’s annoying me. When my phone lights up again, I flex my jaw and tighten the fist not pressed to Eva’s back.
She keeps those brown eyes on me. Her thoughts running across her face as they often do. A tiny, wicked smile graces her lips.
“Maybe I can help you relax,” she says, reaching beneath the covers for my soft cock.
It hardens the moment she touches me. As she looks at me through her lashes and moves to settle between my legs I tense with anticipation. Blood rushes through my veins and all is forgotten other than my woman.
Yes, she will make a great old lady.
“Yes,