Wow.
Wow, oh wow.
I didn’t think it would be this good. I had hopes and obviously fantasies about how good it would feel to have him inside me. But I had no idea it would bethisamazing. Harlan lifts his head, and his gaze finds mine.
Holding my breath, I wait for him to say something, anything. He doesn’t speak immediately. Instead, his gaze searches mine while he stays buried inside me, his cock softening with every passing moment.
As the minutes tick by, I start to feel self-conscious, like maybe he’s going to voice his regret. Maybe Shandy was not right. Maybe I should have stayed in my own lane and not put myself in his situation.
I open my mouth to apologize, but before the words can come out, he shifts forward, and I feel his lips touch mine. My entire body relaxes. I feel him slip from my body and whimper, instantly mourning the loss of him.
His tongue glides lazily around my mouth, tangling with my tongue before he breaks the kiss and shifts his head back slightly, but otherwise doesn’t move. Instead, his eyes search mine before his lips curve up into a grin.
“Good evening, Lola-Mae,” he rasps.
And it’s in this exact moment that I know I made the right choice. All the right choices. Not just in moving here but in walking into this kitchen and starting dinner. It’s my turn to smile. It takes over my entire face. I know it does; I can feel it.
“Hey,” I exhale. “Are you hungry?”
He chuckles, the sound bouncing off the walls around me.
And wow.
The smile, the laugh—it’s not only sexy, but it flows through me like warm honey. We stare at one another for a moment, then the mini-spell is broken because he leans down and tugs his pants back up. I decide to take the time to find my panties and shorts, pulling them up my legs as well.
“I could eat,” Harlan finally says once we’re both dressed.
Luckily, I got dinner completely prepped, and all I have to do is throw it in the preheated oven. It’s nothing fancy—a cabbage roll casserole—but it’s warm and filling, and I had all the ingredients at my place without having to go to the store.
HARLAN
Lola-Mae puts whatever concoction she’s made in the oven, and I can’t help but just stare at her as she moves around my kitchen. I don’t know when, why, or how this happened, but I’m sure fucking glad it has.
Once she’s wiped down the counters, she spins around, her hands gripping the edge of the counter behind her. Slowly, her gaze lifts to meet mine, and I suck in a breath at the serious expression on her face.
“I’ve never done anything like this before,” she announces.
My lips twitch into a smirk. No fucking shit. I knew that before we ever started. I don’t say that, though. Instead, I bite my bottom lip, tilting my head to the side as I wait for her to continue.
“It’s just, you left those notes, and I didn’t know what to do. At first, I thought maybe the first note was for someone else, but then there was a second. And you seemed to be too shy, or maybe just unsure, so I wanted you to know that I felt the same way. I hope I didn’t ruin this whole thing…” Her words trail off. But her rambling was cute as fuck.
Pushing off the kitchen wall behind me, I quickly close the distance between us. I cup her cheeks before I shift forward and press my mouth to hers in a hard kiss. Her breath hitches, and then I feel her fingers curl around my wrists.
I don’t deepen the kiss as much as I want to. I lift my head and confirm her suspicion. “I left the notes. The first one I was going to throw away, but I got distracted and left it there by accident. The second one I left purposely. I know I shouldn’t be mixing business and pleasure…”
“But is there any other way?” she asks in a whisper.
Shaking my head once, I clear my throat. “Not in the fucking slightest.”
We both laugh, then I force myself to release my grasp on her and take a step backward. I can smell the dinner she’s made, and my stomach growls. I feel like I should warn her about my habits.
They aren’t necessarily bad habits, but I’m also not sure that a twenty-four-year-old would want to be saddled with someonewho prefers to stay home over going out on the town. Someone who likes to go to bed early and wake up earlier. A man who prefers spending Saturdays with his cows and horse rather than going to town.
When dinner is ready, she plates the food while I set the small table, and then we sit down across from one another. She’s watching me, and instead of warning her away from starting any kind of anything with me, I decide that I need to try her dinner.
I scoop up a big bite with my fork. It’s got ground beef, rice, cheese, tomato, and cabbage all in one bite. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a combination quite like it before, but I’m willing to at least give it a try.
Bringing the fork to my lips, I open my mouth and take a bite, then chew carefully. I don’t know how I expected to feel about it, but the concoction surpasses my expectations.
