Together, we unpack the first cupboard, sorting the contents into boxes, and separating the items for donation. It feels good to declutter, to let go of things we no longer need to make space for the life we’re building.
“Hey, babe, remember this?” Cam holds up a novelty mug withWorld’s Best Husbandemblazoned on the side. “Madi gave this to me as a gag gift at our wedding shower.”
“Oh wow, I can’t believe we still have that!” I laugh. “You know, she may have meant it as a joke, but it’s actually true. Ididmarry the world’s best husband.” I lean over and press a quick kiss to his cheek.
Cam snorts a laugh. “Flattery will get you everywhere.”
“Don’t I know it.” I laugh and reach for the bottom drawer and pull out aKiss the Cookapron.
Cam snatches it from my grasp and waggles his eyebrows suggestively. “I think I’ll start being the one to cook breakfast and I’ll do it wearing nothing but this apron.”
“Now that’s something I could get used to every morning.”
“It’s a deal then,” Cam says with a wink.
I take the apron and carefully fold and place it in the open box I’m filling. “Hey, what color are you thinking for the backsplash tiles? I’m leaning toward those blue ones we saw. The shade of blue reminds me of the ocean.”
“I love that idea,” Cam says, as he starts to wrap glasses in newspaper scavenged from the general store where Georgia is manager. “It’ll go great with the pale wood we chose for thecabinets. Bring a bit of our trip to the beach in Australia into the design.”
“Look at us. We’re like the Property Brothers.” I grin at him over the growing pile of kitchenware.
“Yeah. Except we kiss.”
I chuckle and we get on with the job, wrapping dishes and glassware. After a while, I look up and see Cam studying me. He grabs a damp cloth from the sink and gestures to my face. “You’ve got a little something. Let me get that for you, babe.”
He steps close, and I tilt my face as he gently wipes my cheek. Our eyes lock, and time seems to slow. I’m captivated by the flecks of green and gold in his hazel eyes, and the tender way he cups my cheek. My breath catches. I cover his hand with my own, turning to press a kiss to his palm. “What would I do without you looking out for me?”
“Oh, you’d cope,” he says with a wink, his voice teasing, and his eyes full of warmth. “But it’s a good thing you’ve got me around.”
“Averygood thing.” I lean in so our lips meet.
I wind my arms around his neck, pulling him against me. His hands find my hips, thumbs slipping beneath the hem of my sweatshirt to stroke the sensitive skin there. A shiver runs through me at his touch, blood rushing south. Without breaking the kiss, I walk him backwards until his back hits the kitchen wall with a soft thud. He makes a little “oomph” sound that turns into a moan as I press my body against his, our hips slotting together perfectly. He’s hard against me and I groan, roaming my hands over his chest and shoulders, relishing the firm muscle beneath the soft cotton. His fingers tangle in my hair, tugging just hard enough to send sparks of pleasure. I trail open-mouthed kisses along his jaw and down the column of his throat, tasting his skin and feeling his quickening breath. I move back to his mouth.
“The kitchen,” he murmurs.
“The kitchen can wait. There are much better ways we can spend our time.”
“Greg.” The raw need in his voice sets my blood on fire.
In one smooth motion, I maneuver him back the way we came and hoist him up onto the counter. A mug goes flying and shatters on the tile floor, but I only look at it to make sure it’s not the greatest husband mug before focusing back on the gorgeous man in front of me. His eyes are dark with desire, kiss-swollen lips parted to reveal a peek of his tongue. I step between his thighs, hands gripping his hips to pull him flush against me. He wraps his legs around me, arms twining around my neck as he draws me in. Nothing else matters in this moment—not the messy kitchen, not the broken mug. The only thing that matters is Cam.
I tilt my head as he bends to meet my lips, and we come together in another searing kiss. His tongue slides along mine as his hands stroke across my shoulders. His touch is electric and I shiver with pleasure. “You feel so good.”
Cam grins against my lips, his hands slipping under my shirt to roam across my bare skin, leaving tingling trails in their wake. “You feel pretty damn good yourself,” he murmurs, his voice husky. He nips playfully at my bottom lip before soothing the sting with his tongue.
Another bolt of electricity surges through me, desire pooling in my belly.
I run my palms up his strong thighs to the waistband of his sweats, tugging at the elastic. “These need to come off. Now.”
“Yes,” he says on an exhale.
He lifts his ass and I grab his sweatpants and briefs, dragging them down his legs while he pulls his sweatshirt over his head. We toss the clothes to the floor. I take a moment just to look at him, to drink in miles of smooth skin, the defined muscles of hischest and abs, the trail of dark hair leading down to his straining cock. He’s a work of art and he’s all mine.
“Damn, you’re gorgeous,” I say as I run a palm from his pecs to his abs. He’s a little softer than when we first met, but he’s still perfect. “I’ll never get tired of this.”
He grins. “Thank God for that. It’s all for you, babe. Only you.” He leans back on his hands, lets his thighs fall open in clear invitation. “So, what are you going to do with it?”
The heat in his gaze sends a shudder of anticipation through me. I trail my hands down his torso and over his hips until my palms are resting on his legs. His breath hitches as I press open-mouthed kisses to his inner thighs, avoiding where he wants me most. His muscles tremble under my touch.
