He sits up straighter. “How was lunch with your pappoús?”
“It was really good. I’ll tell you all about it. I’m just going to grab something to eat real quick.”
He furrows his brows, one eyebrow lifting higher than the other. “Didn’t you just eat?”
“Yeah, but we went to Maria’s... for lunch.”
He makes a face, and I laugh.
“Exactly. I ordered a salad because it was either that or a grilled cheese. All it came with was tomatoes and cheese, and the cheese was that thick, rubber-like crap, like they’d taken a Kraft Single and grated it. Anyway, I ate around that. So I’m hungry.”
He takes a sip of his beer. “Too bad we don’t have an In-N-Out. That place slaps.”
I laugh. “Oh my God. Did you just sayslaps? Are you twelve?”
“No.” He chuckles. “But I’ve been hanging out with a twelve-year-old. You should hear all the weird shit Cole says. It doesn’t even make sense.”
I walk to the fridge, pull it open, and grab a premade vegetarian meal that Matt’s chef made.
“Do you mind grabbing me another beer?” he calls out.
I grab a beer, then turn and make my way to the living room. I sit beside him, pull the ottoman closer, and set my food on the wooden tray in the center.
“So tell me about lunch,” he says.
“Long story short,” I say, turning toward him, “Pappoús likes you, he’s happy to see me happy, and he gave me his blessing.”
Matt grins. “That’s great, babe.” He leans in, giving me a quick kiss. “I knew things would work out with him. And Yiayiá?”
“He said not to worry about it.” I shrug. “Even made a sex joke about having tricks up his sleeve.”
“Christ.” He huffs out a laugh. “You still going to put up with me when I’m his age?”
I shovel a bite of food in. “Of course. I might be plotting ways to kill you in your sleep when you annoy the shit out of me, but…” I glance at him, smothering a smile. “I’ll need you to open the spaghetti sauce jars for me. So, you’re probably safe.”
“Oh, is that all I’m good for?”
“I can think of a few other things you’re good for.” A smile curves my lips as I scoot closer, gliding a hand across his bare stomach.
Good God, these abs.Every divot turns me on.
He smirks. “I like where this is going.”
I set my fork down and straddle his lap. “You look hot,” I say, taking the beer from his hand. I take a quick sip and set it on the side table. “This hat is doing something for me.”
His grin stretches wide. “Am I about to get lucky?”
I press my lips to his. “Maybe,” I whisper. My hands glide up his chest, slow, sensual, until they slide around the back of his neck. I can already feel him growing hard beneath me, and that alone has my stomach kicking. “Unless you’d rather watch your football game.”
His abs flex beneath me as he lets out a chuckle. “You might be theonlything worth missing the football game for,” he says. His hands smooth up my thighs, grip my ass, and tug me closer, mouth coming in for more.
I grin against his lips. “Well then,” I say, reaching into his pants, “I’ll try to make it worth your time.”
Chapter Forty-Two
JORDAN
Matt’s fingerstrace along my skin in a slow, soothing rhythm.
