And that wasn’t about the fact he left her in his bed andtold her to keep her ass there, he was going to bring the coffee.
It was about the fact she was wearing glasses.
“You wear glasses?”he asked.
“Normally, I wear contacts.”She fit herself front-to-frontto his frame, arms curved around his waist, looked up at him and murmured,“We’re having a lazy day so I’m not going to bother with them until you take meout to wine and dine me tonight, even though I’moh-so-totallya surething.”
He grinned down at her and slid a hand along her jaw intoher hair.
“You’re supposed to stay in bed,” he reminded her.
“You were taking too long.”
“Babe, I’m about to fill the cups.You had to wait two moreminutes.”
“Okay then, you don’t want to know why I came out.”
“Yes, I do.”
“No, you don’t.”
“Georgie.”
“Dutch.”
They went intostaredown.
His woman talked so he knew he’d win.
And he did.
“It’s gushy, but,” she pushed closer, “you were too faraway.”
He buried his hand in the back of her hair, the curlswrapping around his fingers like they were holding him there, and he droppedhis face close to hers.
And then he said, “You are so fuckin’ into me.”
She rolled her eyes and replied, “Duh.”
He bent further and kissed her.
When he broke it, he said, “You look cute in glasses.”
“I have it on good authority I’m cute a lot of the time.”
“Yeah?Whose authority is that?”
“He’s a badass biker.You don’t want to cross him.”
Dutch was chuckling at the same time totally not caring ifhis caffeine fix came ten days from then, he liked Georgie in his kitchen,being cute, almost more than he liked her fifteen minutes ago, on her back,letting him eat her out.
Regrettably, on this thought, there was a knock on the door.
Georgie grabbed onto his biceps, crying, “Quick!Hide!”
“Babe,” he replied, that word shaking because he waslaughing.
He let her go.
