“How are things with Presley?”
“Couldn’t be better.” I cocked my brow. “Even met the folks.”
“No shit?”
“Yeah, I think it went okay. I won her mother over pretty easy, but her father’s gonna take some time.”
“Protective type?”
“Absolutely, but I respect him for it. Hell, I’d be the same way if I had two girls to raise.”
“You’ll win him over.”
“I’m definitely going to try.”
We talked a bit longer, then we both decided to call it a day and headed home. When I got to the house, Presley was standing at the stove. I never thought I’d like having a woman in my kitchen, making a mess while she cooked dinner, and treating my house like a home. But I did.
Hell, I liked it more than I ever thought I could.
This woman had me wanting things I’d never imagined I’d ever want or need. She had me wanting a real future with her—one with all the bells and whistles. The perfect house. Fenced-in backyard. Kids. All of it.
Unaware of the thoughts racing through my mind, she asked, “How did it go?”
“It went.”
“That well, huh?”
“We’ve got a lot to hash out, but we’ll get there.”
I walked over and slipped my arms around her, pulling her closer. She watched me with those beautiful dark eyes as I dropped my mouth to hers.
The kiss quickly became heated, and a slight whimper escaped her lips when I stepped forward, pressing her back against the refrigerator.
She wound her arms around my neck, and just as we were about to lose ourselves in the moment, the oven timer went off. “Hold that thought.”
She quickly pulled away from me and rushed over to the stove. A wonderful aroma filled the air when she opened the oven door, making my mouth water. I stepped over to get a better look as I asked, “Whatcha fixin’?”
“Dirty rice with chicken and sausage, and I’m roasting some of that corn Grim and Jenna sent us.”
“Sounds good.” I motioned my head toward the timer. “How much time we got?”
“Um.. a half an hour or so.”
“Perfect.”
I lowered my mouth to hers once again, drawing her closer as I kissed her, long and hard. She didn’t resist. Instead, she wound her arms around my neck and kissed me back. Need surged throughout me like a fucking wildfire as she eased her hips forward and started grinding against me. It was all I could do to keep from taking her right there in the kitchen.
I was on the brink of losing control when she placed her hand on my chest and pulled away from me yet again. “I thought Skid and Laken were coming over.”
“They are.”
“Are you sure we have time for this?”
“I’ll be quick.”
I pulled her closer and pressed my mouth to hers, kissing her once again. This kiss was different. This kiss wasn’t laced with doubt or any resistance at all. Instead, it was filled with a hunger that matched my own. Her body melted into me as her tongue brushed against mine.
That was it.
