Second Dive (Kings of the Water #3) - Jasmin Miller Page 0,99
hands. “I think that means it’s time to celebrate.”
The slow smile on her face is so damn sexy, I have to sneak another kiss first.
When she pulls back a few minutes later, I nod my head away from the bed. “Now stand up, so I can take a good look at you. I’m ready for the pose.”
“Yes, sir.” She laughs and climbs off the bed.
Fuck, if that doesn’t make me even harder than I already am.
She spins around in a slow circle before she stops right in front of me, dragging her fingers lazily up her body before cupping her breasts through the fabric.
Little minx.
“I want you.” She never breaks eye contact as her hands move away from her body and make their way up my legs at a torturous speed.
“I’m yours. Always.” I snatch her by the waist and haul her on top of me.
She giggles, her hair falling like a curtain around us when we fall back onto the mattress. “I love you.”
I nudge her nose. “And I love you, little bird.”
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Baking With A Rockstar Excerpt
Chapter One
The soft glow of the morning sunlight and a fresh breeze stream through the open window into the kitchen. The canyon stretches out beyond the backyard, accentuating a sky splattered with beautiful hues of pink, orange, and blue. I turn away from the window and walk over to the big island in the middle of the room, grabbing the radio remote on the way.
Even though I enjoy the soft and comforting humming of the oven in the background, I prefer having some music on too. Almost everything is better with music, especially baking. Since there’s a nice pile of dough waiting for me, I wash my hands thoroughly then dig into the soft mass, my whole body instantly relaxing at the sensation.
“Charlie, it smells amazing in here. What are you making?” Hannah startles me as she walks into the kitchen, stopping to casually lean against the refrigerator. Her gray hair is piled loosely on top of her head, making her look younger than she actually is. But since she was my grandmother’s best friend, I know exactly how old she is—not that she acts like she’s in her seventies. If there’s one woman who portrays the saying of “You’re only as old as you feel,” it would be her.
“You’re as stealthy as a cat.” I shake my head and laugh, my hands automatically going to my now racing heart. Removing them from my shirt a moment later, I feel the material lift and immediately know I’ve made a mess. One look at my chest, and it’s confirmed—several pieces of dough stick to the faces of my favorite Supernatural actors. I let my head fall in shame dramatically, not the slightest bit surprised about it.
I should have known better. Sorry, guys. Poor Dean and Sam.
“Sorry, honey, I didn’t mean to sneak up on you. I always forget how easily you scare.” She walks over and looks at the array of ingredients in front of me, especially the big jar in the middle with the hazelnut chocolate spread. “It’s that kind of day, huh?”
We’ve only lived together for a few weeks, but she already knows me well enough to understand I crave specific kinds of food when I’m in need of some emotional comfort.
“I didn’t get a lot of sleep last night, and the little I got was mediocre at best. So,