Chapter 27
Hadley
Iwake up and the other side of the bed is cold. My gut sinks instantly. My mind goes to worst-case scenario—sheleft.
I sit up, rubbing my hands over my face.
Maybe I imagined she was here. It was a dream, and she wa?—
“Morning, cowboy.”
Maggie appears at the bedroom doorway, a tray in her hands. “Hungry?”
She crosses the room, placing the tray in the center of the bed. “Not as good as the ones at the diner we went to, but better than cereal?”
It’s all I can do to stare at her.
“I made coffee. It took a while to figure out your old pot system. And the maple syrup is out now.” She gives me a sheepish look.
Hell, I don’t care about the damn pancakes, the coffee, or the syrup.
All I want to do is toss the tray to the ground and devour this woman who’s been trying her hardest to take care of this invalid since she drove eight hours in the wee hours of the morning to get to me.
I slide the tray away and her brows fall.
“Come here, Sunshine.” My tone is no more than a gravelly sound.
She’s still in her T-shirt and panties, and fuck, they’re going to be on the floor pretty soon.
“You’re not hungry?” She drops to her knees and walks across the bed on them to where I’m sitting, arms up reaching for her.
“Fucking starving,” I growl.
As soon as she’s close enough, I grip her waist and pull her over my lap. She shifts her knees to straddle me, and her hair falls around her shoulders as she looks down at me, green eyes darkening by the second.
She dusts a kiss over my lips. “I’m actually pretty hungry.”
“You—”
She shakes her head and shuffles backward. Grabbing the sheet, she pulls it over her shoulders like a cape before disappearing underneath.
“Suns—”
Her grip tightens around my thighs.
I’m hard instantly.
Hell, I’ve been hard since last night in the damn bathroom, if I’m honest. She tugs at my boxers, and I push my palms into the mattress and lift up. They’re gone a heartbeat later.
A fine hand shoots out from under the sheet and pushes my chest down. I huff a laugh and lay back on the pillow.
Her grip takes my cock, and the last thing I want is to lay here.
Her tongue swirls around the head of my cock. I growl, hands slipping under the sheet and finding purchase in her hair.
“Christ, Sunshine.”
She nudges my legs apart with her knees and slides me in over her tongue. She feels like heaven. Taking me in further, she sucks down, and the noise that rattles out of me is primal.
