She slapped him on the arm and handed him the jar of strawberry preserves and the honey from Claude Babineaux’s honey farm. “Bring this out to your guests, and remind them that the van will be arriving in a few minutes to take them on their tour of downtown Gauthier.”
“Will you be waiting for me in those overalls when I clear the people out of this house?” he asked. “We haven’t christened the kitchen yet, have we?”
They’d christened every room in the B&B—some twice.
“You know what?” he continued. “On second thought, forget the overalls. Just you on the kitchen table will work for me.”
The naughty tremors that rushed down Phil’s spine made her itch with anticipation, but her body’s demands would have to wait.
“No fooling around today,” she told him. “Mya is waiting for me. The civic association is putting the finishing touches on the Christmas decorations in Heritage Park. I promised her I would help.”
Jamal’s incredulous frown wrung a laugh out of her. “You would pick hanging decorations over wild sex on the kitchen table?” he asked.
She released a mournful sigh, but whatever she didn’t get to experience on the kitchen table would be more than made up for in Jamal’s bed tonight. Or her bed. It didn’t matter which one they used. For the past two weeks they had not spent a single night alone, and Phil had no desire to ever do so again. She needed this man in her life. And, thank God, he seemed to need her just as much. The engagement ring he’d placed on her finger a few days ago said it all.
“Fine,” he said. He leaned over and placed a kiss on her lips. “Are we going to pick up your mom this afternoon?”
“Yes,” Phil answered. “Dr. Beckman thinks she will be okay for a few hours. It’s been a long time since she’s seen Gauthier. Maybe it’ll spark something in her memory.”
“I hope so,” he said with another kiss. She would never, ever get tired of his kisses.
He reached behind her and gave her butt a healthy pat. “Leave this mess. I’ll take care of it. I want you to finish up with Mya so we can have a little free time before we have to pick up your mom.”
She shook her head. “You really can’t wait until tonight?”
He shrugged. “Probably, but give me a good reason why I should.”
Phil’s brows lifted. “You know what? I can’t think of one.” She slapped him on the behind. “I’ll clear the table. And Jamal?” She reached over and took the jar of honey from his hand. “I can think of a better use for this.”
A wickedly sexy smile broke out across his face.
“God, I love an insatiable woman.”
