She grins lazily, stretching. The duvet pulls back to reveal that she’s wearing one of my oldPack FireT-shirts. It was from our very first tour, from the days when I still enjoyed music and was wrapped up in the excitement of it all. A simpler time.
“Your perfect date.” She sits up, looking tiny among the sea of comfy pillows surrounding her. “Remember?”
“I guess it is.” I smile back, remembering our conversation in the bakery. “Any date would be perfect with you, though.”
She licks her lips at the sight of the blueberry muffins I got Dora to make especially for her. I also asked her to add some special supplements to the mixture since Delilah has been refusing some of the omega heat support vitamins we bought her, and I want to make sure she’s getting all the nutrients she needs. “They smell so good.”
“Not as good as you.” I hop into bed with her, careful not to tip the tray. The lingering smell of her perfume hanging in the air is enough to make me salivate.
She arches an eyebrow, sliding her leg up and down the blankets enticingly. “Maybe we can eat later?”
I swallow hard, fisting the duvet to stop myself from diving between her legs in response to hercome to bedeyes. I take a deep breath, remembering that Nash will kill me if she doesn’t get more calories into her. Going through heat burns a crazy amount, so our girl needs to replenish. “Food first, fun later.”
“Fine,” she grumbles, letting out a euphoric moan as she bites into the muffin. “God, I need this recipe.”
“You seem…”
“More like myself and not begging for cock every two seconds?” Her cheeks bulge as she grins. “Yeah, I think I’m coming out of it.”
I put my hand to her forehead. Still a little warmer than usual, but not a total furnace. “Your temperature has come down.”
My touch seems to awaken something in her as a fresh wave of her perfume blooms, filling the air with her sweet apple scent. She moves the breakfast tray then climbs onto my lap.
“You really should eat,” I say half-heartedly, but I can’t pretend I’m not enjoying her grinding against me through my thin pajama pants.
She pouts adorably. “I have eaten!”
“Half a muffin doesn’t count,” I protest “That’s not en?—”
“Shh.” Her lips press to mine to silence me as she runs her hands through my hair, tasting of vanilla and blueberries. Even though I’ve lost count of how many times we’ve fucked over the last few days, my cock is instantly hard and wanting. I’ll never tire of her and won’t stop counting myself lucky that this incredible woman has given me a second chance.
I pull her T-shirt over her head, her dark nipples standing to attention as I cup her breasts and rub my thumbs over their peaks.
She groans into my mouth, her tongue desperate and needy as she reaches down to grip me through my pants. “These need to come off.”
“I’ll take them off if you have another bite of muffin,” I counter.
“Meanie.” She scrambles to my side to take a big bite while I remove my pants, gulping loudly to make a point. “Happy now?”
Her hair tickles my cheek as she climbs back onto me, my balls aching at her wet pussy rubbing against me. It’s so tempting to slide inside her, but I don’t. Not yet. She tilts her head, allowing me access to leave a trail of kisses down her neck. Her scent is strongest here, right in this spot, near her scent glands, so I drink it in, feeling almost drunk on the intensity. If I could bottle it and wear it, I would.
“You’re so damn beautiful.” I pull back, mesmerized by the way the sun makes the gold flecks in her brown eyes glitter. “Thank you.”
“Thank you?” Her nose crinkles. “For what?”
“For the most perfect date, and for… giving me a second chance.” I tuck a curl behind her ear. “I’ll spend the next seventy years of our lives proving that you didn’t make the wrong decision.”
“Well, I plan to live to the ripe old age of 102.”
“Even better, then.” I kiss her nose. “More time to make it up to you.”
When she leans against me, her body bending to meet mine, she giggles, sending vibrations through my cock. “And to bring me a lot more amazing muffins.”
“I’ll buy you a whole muffin factory!”
“Hey, naming a bakery after me was enough.” Her expression turns more serious now. “You know, I never thought we’d get to this point. After everything, I didn’t think I’d ever feel comfortable enough to trust you again. But these past few dayshave changed that, and while I won’t forget it, I know in my heart that we’ll be okay.”
It takes a second for her words to sink in, hitting me hard when they do. She uttered the words I had only dreamed of hearing, causing me to wonder whether this is really happening.
