“Get down here.” I wiggle a finger at her, needing to kiss those luscious lips.
Our kisses are slow and languid as I let my hands roam all over her body. I can’t get enough of her. Of her taste. The feel of her weight over me.
I am so completely in love with this woman, it’s not even funny.
I pull away and pepper her face with kisses. “Time to return the favor.”
She shakes her head, giving me a quick peck before slipping out of bed. “No.”
“No? Seriously?”
“Yes. I’m going to go clean up and then make you breakfast while you stay in bed.”
I can only ogle her perfect ass while she runs into the bathroom. My body feels as limp as a spaghetti noodle. Needing to clean up myself, I follow behind her.
“You’re supposed to be in bed!” she mumbles around her toothbrush.
I give her a light smack on the ass, kissing the crown of her head. “Freshening up then I will follow orders.”
She rolls her eyes before spitting and heads back out into the bedroom. The sounds of Liv banging around in the kitchen have a smile etched onto my face. This is one of the things I missed when living on my own. Another person being in my space.
When I came to London, I had no intentions of finding another person. Having been divorced, I was good on my own.
It was all a lie I was telling myself.
I guess I just needed to find the right woman. Which, I apparently had to go to a different continent to find. It’s made spending the first holiday away from home that much easier. I don’t know why she’s not spending it with her family, but I’m sure it has something to do with her parents.
Following Liv’s orders, I slip into a pair of boxers and crawl back into bed as she walks back into the room, carrying a tray. She’s wearing her wool socks—because her feet are always cold—and my sweatshirt that falls to just above her knees. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a sexier sight.
“What’d you make?” I stretch, sitting up and resting my back against the wall.
“Bacon butties.” Liv sets the tray on the nightstand before I pull her back onto the bed with me. Her lips taste of her peppermint toothpaste.
“You really are trying to turn me British, aren’t you?”
She cups my cheeks, staring up at me. “You have not lived until you’ve tried a bacon butty. And trust me, Tag, I make the best ones.”
“Oh, you do, do you?”
She nods. “Yes. Now time to eat.”
Grabbing the tray, I set it on my lap so we can each grab a butty. My stomach rumbles at the smell of bacon. A brown sauce drips from the side of the crusty bread. Taking a hearty bite, the flavors explode on my tongue.
The bacon is crispy, the roll soft, and the sauce has a touch of a kick to it. Damn, this thing is good.
I take three more bites, barely breathing between each.
Liv has a smug look on her face. “Told you.”
I roll my eyes at her. “Yes, yes, you did.”
Liv takes a demure bite, licking a bit of sauce off herfinger. Fuck if that image of her doesn’t make me want to stay in bed all day. “I can make you another if you’d like.”
I shake my head. “You’ll have to teach me.”
“What if it’s my secret recipe?”
“Is it your secret recipe?” I quirk a brow at her as I gobble down the rest of the sandwich.
