all the time I spent chatting with these guys when I worked for my dad was so worth it. I don’t want to sound braggy, but I’m positive he wouldn’t have given anyone else that price. It’s a freaking steal.”
In that moment, with the smell of cobbler in the air and Fiona shoving her phone in my face, something clicked.
I didn’t want to be alone anymore.
It wasn’t just that she’d done something nice for me to make me feel better, although the fact that she’d baked blackberry cobbler made me momentarily consider proposing right here. It wasn’t even that she’d gone out of her way to find the car for Chief Stanley without me asking.
It was all of it.
It was coming home feeling like shit and finding her singing in the kitchen with a wooden spoon as a microphone. It was her stupid plants with dumb names, and the stash of nuts she thought I didn’t know about to feed the squirrels. It was the fact that my dog loved her more than he loved me and I didn’t blame him one bit.
My house was lit up and warm and it smelled good, and this sexy tattooed badass fucking ray of sunshine had been twirling around my kitchen in her socks.
I wanted that. I wanted all of it.
I wanted to fucking keep her.
And suddenly I realized the truth. I’d already jumped.
“Of course, you might have come over here to tell me we made a huge mistake the other day and this whole thing isn’t working out. I’m optimistic, but I’m not stupid. And the cobbler isn’t to bribe you into letting me stay or anything. I just thought if we were both in a better mood, maybe we could talk.”
I took the phone out of her hand and tossed it on the counter. She started to ask what I was doing, but I grabbed her and cut her off with a kiss.
“Or this works, too,” she said.
“We didn’t make a mistake, and I’m sorry for being a dick.” I kissed her again. “I have an asshole habit that’s hard to break.”
She draped her arms around my neck. “Do you want some cobbler?”
“Later.” I met her eyes. “Right now I just want you.”
The desire in her eyes reflected mine. I was hard for her already, and at this point, I was done holding back. I grabbed her ass and pulled her in tight, letting her feel my erection.
“Please tell me you’re going to give me some of that,” she said, rubbing herself against me.
I groaned. “All of it, baby. Do you think you can take it?”
Her lips curled in a smile. “It’s a lot, but you know me. I have a real can-do attitude.”
Fuck, she was adorable. “Get over here.”
I would have happily fucked her in the kitchen, but I needed a condom, so I grabbed her by the wrist and hauled her to my room.
Wasting no time, I pulled her shirt over her head. She tore at my clothes, like she was as desperate for this as I was. There was no slow exploration. No careful undressing, revealing new areas of skin. The other day in the shop had been nothing but a warmup, leaving us both frantic for more.
She let her bra drop and kicked off her panties while I shucked my pants. I had to pause, the sight of her naked body stunning me. I looked down at her, tracing my hands up and down her arms. She was all curves and softness. Her full tits tapered into a narrow waist. And those hips. That ass.
“Fuck, you’re so sexy.” I cupped her face and tasted her lips while I backed her up toward my bed. “I need to be inside you.”
“Yes, please,” she breathed.
She climbed on the bed while I got out a condom and put it on. She tipped her legs open and I growled my approval.
“Fucking look at you.”
I crawled on top of her, feeling the glide of warm skin. She slid her hands up my chest and around the back of my neck, then brought my lips to hers. With my tongue invading her mouth, I pushed inside her slick opening.
There was nothing like that first thrust. She was hot and tight and so fucking perfect. I groaned into her mouth and held deep inside her.
“You good?” I asked, my voice sounding almost strangled. But she felt so fucking good I could barely contain myself.
“Oh my god, yes.”
Bracing myself on top of her, I thrust