Tonight was wonderful. Our date at my little kitchen table, I didn’t expect. Brett had gone to so much trouble. It just makes my heart beat that much faster in my chest that he cared enough to do that for me.
How can I feel like I know this man after only twenty-four hours? Granted, I don’t know a whole lot about him because he wanted to hear all about my life in Colorado and what my parents do. He listened to every word, taking it all in like I were some goddamn apparition.
I don’t know how I’m going to recover when he’s gone. How am I supposed to do this alone after he’s given me so much in only one day?
You’re getting ahead of yourself, Bails.
While I know that’s true, I can’t seem to stop myself. It’s nice to feel good. Better than nice. It’s freaking amazing, and I won’t apologize for it. For once in my life, I’m putting my needs and wants first. I don’t care what anyone thinks at the best of times, but my heart cares. And I know my heart will be badly bruised when Brett leaves. All I can do is enjoy the ride and try my best not to fall like a lovesick teenager. I know better than this.
If it were just the great sex, that would be one thing. He’s fantastic between the sheets, but I know that stuff is only part of it. What Brett has is charisma, charm, manners, and a sense of humor to boot. He’s attentive, smart and funny, always quick with a joke or his cute little smirk. And now he’s fuckingDaddy?Be still, my beating heart, already.
“I’m coming,” I cry out as he slams in and out, grunting when he hears my words.
“Baby, fuck yeah.” He stills and the moan that leaves his lips is enough for my eyes to roll into the back of my head with pure delight.
We’re both panting wildly and bathed in sweat, I don’t mind it one little bit. He slides out, rolling onto his side next to me as I collapse onto the comforter.
“That was really, really amazing,” I say between panting breaths.
“Yeah.”
“How long are you in town for, again?” I joke.
I feel his hand brush against my cheek. “As long as you need me to be.”
My eyes pop open as I turn my head to look at him. “Be careful what you wish for. I may not look needy, but you keep cooking up a storm, spanking me, and doing that thing you just did, I may never wanna let you go.” The words are out before I can even stop them, but Brett’s smile just widens as he leans down to kiss me.
“I’m okay with that.”
“Funny.”
“I never joke about matters of the heart.”
“Brett, what are we doing?” I sigh, my heart literally feels like it’s about to race out of my chest. I’m one gallop away from having a serious palpitation.
Falling in love.
No! Stupid brain. I don’t fall in love. Ican’t.
“Whatever you want to do,boss lady.You’re callin’ the shots here.”
“How come I get to call the shots?”
“I thought that’s what women wanted?”
“Yeah, they do, but they also wanna be manhandled by a hot man and hauled over his shoulder once in a while, too.”
He chuckles, stroking my cheekbone with his thumb. “In case I haven’t told you tonight, you’re beautiful, Bailey Owens, and I’m not goin’ anywhere right now.”
“Good,” I say, planting a kiss on his lips. “Because we’re not done here, but first I need that mud cake.”
CHAPTER 17
Brett
Bailey’s oohs and ahs over my mud cake are similar to the ones she made when I was giving her one of many orgasms tonight. As she licks her spoon clean and dips it down into the chocolate icing for another bite, she moans appreciatively.
“You know if you keep up that moaning I might have to put you over my knee again,” I muse. I adore her reaction to my cooking, probably equal to the reaction of hearing her orgasms. But something inside me feels a little sad that she doesn’t seem to have been treated well or looked after in the past. It doesn’t seem the norm for her to have a guy to cook her a meal, make love to her the way she deserves, and then feed her cake.
