He nibbles on my bottom lip, but before I can deepen the kiss, he pulls back. “Need to make sure dinner doesn’t burn.
I groan. “Okay.”
Sighing, I sink farther into the couch cushions. If they swallowed me whole, I wouldn’t be opposed to it.
It’s nice not to have to worry about anyone else. No cooking dinner. No laundry. Just me and a sexy man that is cooking me dinner.
“Are you going to spend the night asleep on my sofa, or do you want to eat?” Derek’s warm breath tickles my ear.
“I’m not sleeping, only relaxing.”
“Well, relax and eat at the same time.” Derek kisses my forehead before passing a bowl over my head.
Spaghetti and meatballs.
“This smells amazing.”
Derek shifts my legs so he can sit under them and digs into his own bowl. “I figured you might like some comfort food today.”
I cut a meatball and shove part of it in my mouth, savoring the garlic and marinara sauce. “Being short-staffed made it too long of a day.”
“Will tomorrow be better?”
I take another bite. “I hope so. I’m exhausted, and another day like tomorrow and I’m going to need a week to recover.”
“Anything I can do to help?” Derek asks.
I smile at him. “You’re doing it. Just being here with you is enough.”
Dropping an arm over the back of the couch, Derek scoots closer to me. His hand idly traces lines up and down my shin. “Well, I can think of a lot of other things I can do to help if you want.”
“Unless you’re spaghetti and meatballs, that’s all I want.”
Derek laughs. “I see where I fall in the rank.”
“Would it make you feel better if you’re even with dinner?” I bat my eyelashes at him.
“Only because I made it, I’m guessing?”
“Maybe…”
Derek grabs the bowl from my hand and sets it on the coffee table before sliding me under him. “You’re making me feel bad. Is that what you want, Sutton?”
His bottom lip sticks out, imitating a pout. If his eyes weren’t alight with laughter, I’d feel bad.
“For someone to feed me? Yes.”
Derek nips at my earlobe. “Do you need me to tell you you’re pretty too?”
That has giggles bursting out of me. “Nope. I’ll be okay with you feeding me.”
“See, you say feeding, but what kind of feeding are we talking about now? Because I can feed you many,manydifferent things.”
“Derek. Oh my God. That might be the worst line I’ve ever heard.” I cover my mouth to keep the laughter inside.
“Do I need to give you a line if we’re already dating?”
Wrapping my arms around his neck, I pull Derek closer to me. “I wouldn’t mind you using a line on me every now and then.”
