Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 94687 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94687 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
I went over and pinched her side, making her giggle. “Is this my shirt?”
“Yes. I hope you don’t mind.” She lifted the collar over her nose and inhaled. “It smells like you.”
“I don’t mind,” I told her. “Where did you even find it?”
She grinned. “It was on the floor in my bedroom.” Moving closer, she slipped her arms around my waist and kissed my chest. “Have I told you how much I adore your body?”
“I think so, but you know me—I’ll never get tired of hearing it.”
“How long have you been up?”
“I don’t know. Maybe an hour?” I kissed the top of her head. “I was hoping you’d stay asleep until I had this all done, but I’m not very fast in the kitchen.”
She leaned back and looked up at me. “Why didn’t you wake me, silly? I could have helped you.”
“I was trying to do something nice to surprise you.” I glanced toward my workspace. “But I made a mess. Sorry.”
“I don’t mind. I thought you didn’t cook.”
“I don’t. But I can read, so I just followed the recipe. And there may have been a video involved. Is that cheating?”
She smiled and shook her head. “Nope.”
“These pancakes could still taste like leather. Be prepared.”
“They smell amazing. And I don’t care what they taste like—no one has ever made breakfast for me before. I’m grateful.”
I kissed the tip of her nose. “Good. Do you have any maple syrup?”
“I think so. I don’t use it much, but I’m pretty sure there’s an unopened one up here.” She went over to the cupboard above the fridge and reached for the handle, but couldn’t quite grasp it, even up on her tiptoes. “Um. I can’t reach in bare feet.”
“Well, give it a few minutes. Maybe you’ll grow.”
“Very funny. Can you help me?”
Grinning, I took her by the hips and gently moved her aside. “I got it, babe.” I opened the cupboard and grabbed the bottle of syrup.
She took it from me, fluttering her lashes. “My hero.”
We sat at her dining table, ate deliciously fluffy pancakes (Karina would have been proud) and strawberries, drank coffee, and talked about the wedding.
“I can’t believe this rain today!” she exclaimed, sitting on her heels just like she always did. “We got so lucky to have that sunny day in between two rainy ones.”
“Did you arrange that?” I asked her, taking one more pancake from the stack.
She laughed. “God, I wish I could arrange the weather. As an event planner, it’s the one superpower I could use most.”
“I have a feeling the wedding would have been just as perfect even if it rained,” I told her, pouring syrup over my plate. “You don’t need any superpowers.”
Her cheeks went pink. “Well, thank you. I do think rain can be romantic on a wedding day, but I’m glad Sadie got sunshine. She deserved it.”
After breakfast, we cleaned up the kitchen together—she loaded the dishwasher while I wiped up all the batter I’d spilled. When we were done, she turned and gave me a big hug. “Thank you for breakfast,” she said, pressing close. “I loved it.”
“You’re welcome.” I ran my hands down her back. My dick was already responding to her chest against mine.
“So do you have to be anywhere this afternoon?” she asked, kissing my neck.
“Nope.” I moved my hands down over her butt.
“I don’t either. Want to stay a while?”
“Aren’t you tired of me yet?”
“Nope.”
“In that case . . .” I lifted her up, setting her up on the counter. “I have an idea how we can spend this rainy day.”
She wrapped her legs around me. “I hope it’s the same as mine.”
“Does it involve me fucking you on the kitchen counter?”
A smile crept onto her lips. “It does now.”
We spent the entire day together, most of it naked.
We took breaks from sex to eat, drink, and nap, and somehow I even let her talk me into a bubble bath.
“Can’t we just shower?” I asked, watching her fill the tub and light candles along its perimeter.
“We could, but this will be so much more romantic and relaxing. Remember what we talked about at dinner the other night? We’re looking for ways to help you be less grumpy.” She poured in some stuff from a bottle labeled Vanilla Bergamot Dream.
I sniffed. “You’re going to make me smell like a cupcake.”
“Perfect. No one can be grumpy when they smell like a cupcake.” She turned off the water, lowered herself into the tub, and crooked her finger at me. “Come hither, boy.”
“I’m not even going to fit. I think you’re forgetting I’m six foot five.”
“I’ll make room.” She scooted all the way to one end and threw a handful of bubbles at me. “Come on, it’ll be fun. I’ll give you a massage and you can talk about your feelings. It will be like that scene in Pretty Woman.”