Baz tucks some hair behind my ears as he gazes at me. I love the way he looks at me. Like I’m real. I haven’t felt real in a very long time. Quite possibly never.
“I was thinking we should hit the food store at some point. But I thought we could hike back up to the spring. I want a second chance.”
“A second chance for what?”
“A second chance to watch you strip and then actually be able to put my hands on you.”
“You want to have sex in the spring?” I immediately love the idea. “You could have put your hands on me last time.”
“I fucking wanted to. I nearly lost my damn mind when you pulled your shirt off.”
“That was my intention.” I grin.
“It worked. Way too well.”
“What do you want to eat?”
“Why? Are you going to cook?” he pokes fun at me.
“I can make peanut butter and jelly,” I offer.
“Naked?” He raises his eyebrows.
“If you’d like,” I purr.
“I’d like.”
His stomach rumbles again. “All right, I’m going,” I scold to his abdomen.
I climb out of bed, pull my hair up into a bun, and traipse into the kitchen butt naked, as requested.
I pull two plates out of the cabinet, a knife and spoon out of the cutlery drawer, and go on a hunt for the peanut butter. I find it in the pantry. Organic, of course. The jelly I swipe from the fridge as I make my way back to the island. Baz’s kitchen isn’t big, and I paid enough attention when he cooked to become familiar with my surroundings.
I place two pieces of bread on each plate and swipe some peanut butter on one side of each. Baz makes a naked appearance just as I’m about to add the low sugar, organic strawberry jelly. He spies over my shoulder with his hands resting on my hips as I smear the jelly on top of the peanut butter.
“That might just be the best peanut butter and jelly sandwich I’ve ever eaten.” He picks up the knife and sucks off the remnants by pulling the sharp edge through his lips. I don’t know why, but that just totally turned me on. The action was just so raw and masculine.
“You haven’t even taken a bite. How could you have already decided that?” I hand him a plate.
“Because you made it.” He smacks my ass before he walks away. I look up at the ceiling and smirk.
Baz grabs two glasses and the carton of milk from the fridge before he sits down at the table. I cut my sandwich into fours and then join him.
“Um, excuse me.” He glares, insulted.
“What?”
“You, sit here.” He points to his lap.
“Do I?”
“Yes.”
“Since when?”
“Since now.” He snatches my wrist and pulls me down on top of him.
“You’re bossy when you eat peanut butter and jelly.” I pick up half of his sandwich and feed it to him.
