“Sorry, Sunflower,” I sound properly sheepish while taking my hat off and setting it on the counter.
When I look back at her, there’s a soft smile on her lips, but I can’t enjoy soaking it in. Not when I notice that she’s wearing one of my shirts. She’s buttoned the middle half which keeps it loose around her shoulders and her legs are tantalizingly bare. The sleeves are rolled up and the whole thing almost swallows her.
My gaze keeps sliding down her legs, and I can’t help but wonder what she has on underneath. If it’s nothing, I’m liable to come in my jeans before I ever get the chance to bury myself inside her.
“Wow,” the word bursts out of me as I stand in place and look her over.
It’s like I can’t get enough. My feet bring me closer to her and when I hook an arm around her waist and pull her againstmy chest, she melts against me. She doesn’t care that I’ve been working all morning and probably aren’t smelling the best.
“Is this okay?” She touches the shirt she has on and for a moment all I can do is nod dumbly.
Her cheeks turn a soft pink and if I weren’t already gone for this woman, that would do it. Nothing about her is fake.
When she’s coy, it’s real.
When she’s scared, it’s real.
When she’s confident, it’s real.
And all of those sides of her feel like a blessing.
“Yeah, Sunflower,” my voice is rough, like a cowboy who spent too many years smoking even though I never have. “You look good in my clothes. Consider the entire closet yours now.”
“Ford,” the way she says my name is full of amused embarrassment.
Her fingers twiddle with the buttons on the flannel I’m wearing, and she gnaws on her lip for a moment. I’m fucking entranced.
Unable to help myself, I swoop down and kiss her hard. She opens for me immediately. It’s almost hard to believe we had our first kiss yesterday. Only yesterday. It feels like I already know how to kiss her just how she likes, how she needs.
The kiss turns rougher and I’m gripping her ass to lift her onto the huge island Rosalie insisted on when it was remodeled not long before Dad passed. Thoughts of what Rosalie would think right now should make me pause and carry my woman back to my room, but then I remember Arden saying this is my house.
She lets out a small gasp when her ass hits the counter. Now, I’m even more curious about if she has anything on under my shirt. Could her hot little pussy be pressed against our kitchen counter right now?
“Damn it, Sunflower,” I groan against her lips, “you taste good. I’ve been thinking about kissing you all day.”
“Hopefully you weren’t too distracted, Cowboy,” the tease in her voice, the sly knowing, has my cock throbbing behind the fly of my jeans. “Gotta keep you safe.”
“Uh-huh,” I grunt and slide the bottom of my shirt up her thighs, almost close enough for me to find out if she’s bare.
Wanting to hold out the moment, I start unbuttoning it. The moment I spread the shirt open, her naked body is on display for me. The shirt falls down her arms and pools around her like it can’t help but worship her. Just like me.
I just about drop to my knees. I breathe out, “Fuck me.”
Arden giggles, pink spreading between her collarbones. My gaze is pulled to where her skin is decorated with the sweetest constellation of freckles. I lean down and kiss her there, a mark that is all her. Special.
“I made lunch,” her voice is breathless and it’s clear she doesn’t really want me to stop.
“What’d ya make?” The words are muffled against her skin as I kiss and nip down her chest.
“PB&J,” she moans, her back arching, chasing my mouth as it hovers over the tight peak of her nipple. “I didn’t know what I could use and this is Miss Rosalie’s kitchen.”
“This is your house, Arden,” my voice is gruff, but the truth in my words is no less evident. “You can always use whatever you want here. Always.”
Before she can say a word, my mouth latches onto her nipple and I suck. She makes a keening sound in the back of her throat which has my cock practically screaming to be buried inside of her again.
I took her without anything between us. She didn’t mention being on anything.
The thought of her pregnant, of her belly filled with my baby? I had never thought about it before, the reality of the intimacy you can share with someone. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever imagined, and it became a real possibility last night when she let me spill inside of her. She knows the risks same as I do.
