going to the building-supply center to get the fixtures and tile for your bathroom. I need to get into my own headspace.”
“It’s a date,” he said, coming down over her, nestling the head of his shaft against her center.
Her pulse spiked. “Do you have to feel so good? We’ll never get out of this bedroom.”
He chuckled and drove into her, burying himself to the root in one thrust.
“Holy Harley! Don’t move,” she said urgently, pressing down on his ass, as if she needed to hold him in place. “You feel so . . .”
“Incredible?”
“Uh-huh,” she said breathlessly. “We’re stopping at the bakery first. I’m gonna need sugar. Truckloads of it.”
They walked into the bakery almost two hours later, and Piper was still blissed out. Willow looked up from behind the register where she was ringing up a customer. By the look of approval on her emotionally savvy sister’s face, Willow had her all figured out.
The swelling and pain in Harley’s ankle had eased, and he was regaining his range of motion. Piper had convinced him to try the walking boot. This was the first time since they’d come together as a couple that he’d stood beside her without assistance, and it brought a new thrill of awareness. He seemed even bigger and broader than usual, as if she’d gone through life wearing hot-Harley blinders.
He draped an arm over her shoulder and whispered, “Carb-loading is a good idea, since I’m going to convince you to spend the night again.”
“Feeling a little overly confident?” she asked as she contemplated the treats in the display cabinet.
“Three orgasms and one ‘I’ve missed three years of this?’ gave me all the confidence I need.”
She glowered at him and lowered her voice to a whisper. “You can’t hold things I say in the bedroom over my head.” If he could, she was in big trouble, because Harley had kissed and loved all of the marks he’d left on her body, and she’d said wicked things.
“I’m not holding them over your head.” He pressed a kiss to her cheek as Willow finished with her customer and said, “I’m just taking stock.”
Willow sauntered over from behind the counter, her thick blond hair framing her face. “I guess that well-loved look in my sister’s eyes is the reason she didn’t come hang out with us this morning.”
Piper rolled her eyes.
“Damn right,” Harley said.
Piper glowered at him, shaking her head.
He pressed a kiss to her temple and said, “Why hide the truth?”
“Because I don’t need my sexual trysts burning up the Sweetwater grapevine.” Anxious to change the subject, Piper said, “I’ll take one Boston cream doughnut and a Loverboy. The kind that doesn’t talk back.”
Willow laughed as she grabbed a bakery box. “I think I need to give you a few tips on how not to scare a man off.”
“She can’t scare me off,” Harley said, hugging Piper against his side. “I think she’s perfect just the way she is, sassy mouth and all.”
Willow glanced at Piper, brows raised.
“Don’t get too excited, Will. He’s vying for nooky points.” Piper pointed at the brownies and said, “Can you throw in that big one, too?”
“And a couple of scones.” Harley leaned over the display and said, “We’re carb-loading for later.” He winked.
Piper swatted him and said, “Didn’t I just say I don’t want to be the center of town gossip?”
Bridgette walked through the archway that connected the bakery to her flower shop and said, “Oh, it’s too late for that. Heaven just called in an order to send her mom flowers for Mother’s Day, and she said everyone’s talking about you two. She and her siblings are making bets on wedding dates.”
Piper tried to ignore the streak of jealousy slicing through her at the mention of their friend Heaven Love. She had planned on taking Harley to Heaven’s father’s furniture shop later to find a vanity for his bathroom. John Love was the most talented furniture maker around, and she knew Harley would appreciate his well-crafted, nature-inspired woodwork. Piper used his products in all of her custom homes. But now she was plagued by images of Harley and Heaven making out. It didn’t matter that as far as she knew they’d hooked up only once, and it was when Heaven was a senior in high school. She hated the idea of any other woman’s hands on him.
“Then Heaven and her wagering siblings are all going to lose their money.” Piper planted a hand on her hip and said, “As you know, marriage