side of him. I inhaled his divinely fresh scent straight from the shower.
“I was going to offer you some toast, but I think I’m hungry for something else now that I’ve seen you like this in broad daylight.”
“I loved how you held me in the dark last night,” I mumbled as his tongue licked up my throat and his teeth nibbled my neck. I sighed, dreamily, “But this—”
My sentence was cut short when he stood, slung back the duvet, hooked his arms under my knees and dragged me down the bed.
“Let me see you,” he ordered, not waiting for me to part my legs for him as he spread my knees wide. “Just as beautiful as I remember,” he whispered before laying his naked body over mine. His strength, his delicious masculinity and his warmth felt all consuming.
For the following hour we made love and it was unhurried, intense—perfect. The way he worshiped my body left little doubt how he really felt about me.
When we were sated, I lay wrapped in his arms with my cheek on his chest as he gently stroked my hair. It was blissfully peaceful listening to his heartbeat, but as time stretched on I became anxious with anticipation of hearing the words I knew he’d say at any moment.
“I hate this but I’m going to have to move. We both need to get up. It’s already 9:00 a.m. and my flight is chartered to leave at midday.”
My heart squeezed tight in my chest as I sighed and lifted my head. A knot grew in my stomach at the thought of him leaving again.
Jamie rose from the bed and padded into the bathroom. I heard him pee, flush and the water ran for a bit before he came out and walked over toward the door.
“Go put the kettle on and put some toast in,” I muttered, trying to keep my distress from my face.
“I love all these things you’re letting me put in,” he replied, ducking when I picked up a tissue box from my nightstand and threw it at him.
The box hit the back of the door and he poked his head back around it.
“I don’t think much of your aftercare, Daisy, we’ll have to work on that when we’ve got more time.”
After a five-minute shower, I went straight to the kitchen, where he’d made me scrambled eggs on toast and a fresh pot of tea instead of coffee. “Take pity on me, I’m trying,” he warned as I looked down at the over cooked eggs and the charred toast.
Noting he’d tried, at least, I smiled. “Looks good.”
“Looks like I’m an apprentice crematorium assistant,” he chuckled, which made me smile. “Ah, there’s what I’ve dreamed of all these months.”
“Burnt toast and overcooked eggs?” I asked.
“No, that smile, it’s like sunshine and smooth liquor.”
“Are you saying I look like a happy drunk when I smile.”
“No.” He chuckled. “I’m saying the feeling you give me is warm and it lifts my heart … that smile right there,” he said, waving his fork at my face. “The smile when you’re beneath me is a lot different to that,” he added and winked.
I had instantly wanted him to explain what my ‘other’ smile looked like, but I refused to let him draw me in with that until we had more time.
“This is the only smile you’re getting from me until I know what to do with you,” I replied.
“Ah, so rocking your world has begun to win you over? Take your time deciding what you’re going to do to me … I mean, with me. I’ve been patient for four long months. I’ve had a crash course in fantasizing … I can handle it.”
“You’ll be lucky if I ever let you get in my drawers again this year, since you keep running off and leaving me.”
“Anyway, I don’t want to get into your panties … I’d rather be in you, Daisy O’Donnell,” he replied in a flirty dirty tone. “Besides, you know now, I’m not running away— I’m going to work.”
I snickered and shook my head because I found him totally disarming. Focusing on the eggs, I sat and ate in silence and Jamie sat quietly watching me.
Once I had finished eating and placed the knife and fork down, I thanked him. The food had looked very unappetizing, but it wasn’t half bad. Jamie reached across my small kitchen table and took hold of both of my hands.
“In less than a month, you’ll be stateside. Trust me.” I frowned,