Because she had just licked the maple syrup off her fork with her tongue.
Was there anything about this woman that didn’t turn me on?
I was thinking not.
Thankfully, other than a few moans here and there for her, we ate in relative silence.
And I was also thankful that the top of the island hid my waist.
Because every time she moaned, I had to adjust my cock.
We had just finished eating, and I had foolishly stood up and started collecting the plates so I could wash them... Kimber had other ideas.
And now... I had nowhere to hide the fact that I seriously needed to adjust my cock right now.
She had her hands on her hips, glaring up at me because I wouldn’t let her clean the dishes.
Fuck me, was she gorgeous, but when she was starting to lose her temper... she was something else entirely. There wasn’t a word for it yet, which meant I needed to call Webster’s and have a word made.
“Baby, I get it. I cooked; you want to clean. But look at it from my perspective. I’m a man. Therefore, we do stupid shit all the time that makes no fucking sense. And a lot of the time, our women want to smother us in our sleep. So, in order to make sure that doesn’t happen, I’ll do the dishes. Yeah?”
She obviously caught onto the fact that I was a different breed of man because her face went soft.
Fuck me, but that was sexy as fuck too.
Then she nodded.
I watched as she moved around the island, then over her shoulder she shared, “Since I can’t help with the dishes, I’m going to snoop.”
I chuckled, then winked, “Have at it, baby. Got nothing to hide from you.”
Ten minutes later, I was walking through the house when I finally found her on the back deck leaning against the banister.
I walked forward and pressed my front to her back, then braced my hands on either side of her forearms.
“Got any plans for the rest of the day?” I asked.
She shook her head, “Nope. Well, I would have had things not gone down like they did.”
“And what would that be?” I asked.
“Helping my sister-in-law and brother get to the airport for their flight so they could go on their honeymoon.”
I nodded, then rested my chin atop her head, and asked, “So, care to share what all went down last night?”
She sighed, “Honestly, I’d like to pretend that yesterday didn’t happen. Not when I’m having one of the best days of my life. Can I share it with you some other time?”
I pressed a kiss on the top of her head and said, “Yeah, baby, here whenever you're ready.”
“What’s your malfunction?” she asked.
I frowned, “What do you mean?”
“You're still single.” She said.
Ahh, I got what she was asking.
I got what she wasn’t saying.
