“Come on, let’s get you out of those clothes.” When I turned to face him, I gave him a knowing smirk. He smiled and said, “I know you can’t wait to get into some sweats and a t-shirt.”
He led me back inside and down the hall he had gone down earlier where it opened to a room almost the size of my apartment. The bed at the far end was huge. “How… why do you have a bed that huge?”
“It fills the space. It always feels too empty though.” He kissed my cheek and said, “Will be better once you’re in it.”
I rolled my eyes, and he led me to a walk-in closet, where the left side had all his clothes hanging. Suits, dress shirts, dress pants. Shelves that held his jeans, and drawers upon drawers at the far end of the room.
Rylie had already hung all my clothes up and put them away, making the right side look barren. There were three rows of bars which held the dress he had me wear to dinner, and I half wondered when that had been laundered. There were racks and racks for shoes, and a section with drawers at the far end that matched his.
“You are spoiling me, Rylie James.”
“Once we move your things from California, we can sort out what else you might need.”
“I don’t need anything else.”
A sad smile fell to his lips as he said, “I won’t make you go to all the showboat events, but there will be a few I will ask that you attend, sweetheart.” He brushed my hair back from my face, and let the ends curl around his fingers. “So, we will have to get some things. You will hate every minute of it, and I’m sorry for that.”
I eyed him, and he said, “First we need to get you moved, though.”
“Right away?”
“Preferably. Now, get comfortable and meet me in the kitchen. I’ll get some food started.”
Chapter seventeen
Ididchange,butonly into one of his t-shirts. Nothing else. He wanted me to get comfortable, then I would give him a comfortable Luci. I stepped into the master bath and shook my head. The sheer size of everything was going to take some getting used to. There were two full vanity areas, a full glass walk-in shower with dual rain shower heads, and a jacuzzi tub big enough for three people. I smiled knowing we would be taking full advantage of that.
I washed my face and noted some accordion doors opposite the vanity. When I opened them, there was a laundry room with shelves and a full linen closet. I have never understood why laundry rooms had always been off of kitchens. They should always be off bathrooms or bedrooms.
I walked down the carpeted hall and peeked into what ended up being an office and two other bedrooms. Both bedrooms were similarly designed on those gray and white pallets, and were furnished with a gray dresser with drawers, a closet, and a queen bed with a gray headboard and footboard.
When I got to the end of the hall, I leaned against the corner, scanned the condo, if you could even call it that, and watched Rylie cooking over the stove. I had always loved watching him work in the kitchen. I’ll never forget the day I came home from a long day with a client in Saratoga, only to find Rylie standing in my kitchen cooking a full meal. He had flown in to surprise me, and decided to cook dinner. He had been oblivious to me walking in that day. I smiled as I heard him humming the same tune he had that night. I inhaled, smelling bacon and when he placed some on the paper towels on the counter, my stomach growled again.
I bit my bottom lip as I watched him. He had taken his shirt off, and his slacks hung low on his hips. Just the hint of his boxers peeked out, and the instant need to wrap my hands around what was impressively rounding out the front of his pants, had me squeezing my legs together. We had done nothing but have sex, but I couldn’t get enough of him.
Striding for the kitchen, I snuck up behind him and grabbed a piece of bacon. It was the perfect amount of crunch when I popped it into my mouth.
“HEY!” He said, smacking my hand when I went for another piece.
“What? You are the one starving me and then teasing me with bacon.”
“I’m trying to feed your sexy ass.” Rylie said, still watching the pan. His eyes flicked over his shoulder and he froze mid-bacon flip. His eyes then trailed from my head to my toes and then back up. I leaned against the counter, slowly chewing on my stolen food, as he said, “You don’t play fair.”
“What?” I was playing the innocent card, and I heard him groan.
He turned back to the pans, and a minute later, grabbed a plate and loaded it up with eggs and a few slices of bacon. I reached for it, and he held it over my head.
“RUDE!” He looked me up and down and lifted that eyebrow again. He placed the plate down a few feet from me, and then grabbed me by the waist and kissed me. The next thing I knew I was sitting on the counter, and I could feel him hard against me.
“Food, please.” I said when he pulled back, his fingers digging into my hips. “Then you can have whatever you want.”
The plate now in his hand, he lifted a fork of eggs to my lips and fed me. He waited for me to swallow, and without taking his eyes off mine, he continued to feed me the entire plate of food.
“Aren’t you going to eat?” When his gaze fell to my lap, I chuckled and said, “Real food, Rylie. While I thoroughly enjoy when you eat me out, you do need actual food to keepyourenergy up.”
I reached over and grabbed another piece of bacon and gave it to him. His fingers dug into my hips again as he lifted the t-shirt.
“Rylie. Please eat. Then you caneat.” I sighed. “Besides, we need to talk.”
