When I woke up, my first thought was one of relief that my headache was gone. My second thought was too lustful to articulate.
Sid was asleep on his back. He was gorgeous. He never failed to make my heart pound.
I took advantage of the rare moment to openly admire him. One muscular arm was thrown over his head, his broad chest gently rising and falling in sleep. The bright colorful tattoos covering both arms and the center of his chest only added to the beauty that was Sid.
Was I still angry with him? I studied him thoughtfully, surprised to discover that I wasn’t. It was a shitty thing to walk out on me as he had, but he’d also explained himself to me in a way I’d never expected. That combined with sleeping out in his truck and everything else he’d done in the last few days in a bid to be close to me, had the last dredges of emotion sliding from anger and into mere confusion over what lay ahead.
As though he could sense my gaze on him, he shifted slightly. His eyes snapped open, zeroing in on me and in the process, catching me ogling him.
I looked away immediately, feeling a blush warm my cheeks.
“How do you feel?” he asked, his voice gravelly with sleep and unbelievably sexy.
“Okay.” I nodded as Trixie wriggled out from under the covers. “She probably has to go out,” I noted.
“I didn’t even realize she was under there.” He chuckled. “I’ll take her out. Be right back.”
I watched as he picked her up, his muscles on glorious display as he walked out of the room. I tried not to stare at his ass as he left and failed miserably.
It was a gorgeous ass, after all.
I lay my head back down with a sigh as I listened to the sounds of the back door opening, followed by what sounded like coffee being made. I felt a bit like I was in the twilight zone—things with Sid were confusing at best, but for the moment I was rolling with it.
When I wandered out to the kitchen the glorious smell of bacon and coffee greeted me. Sid was manning the stove with Trixie at his heels.
“Smells great,” I commented as he handed me a cup of coffee. “I’m starving.”
“I figured you might be. Luckily, breakfast is one of the only meals I can do.” He winked.
“Hmm, I seem to remember the burned toast incident of 2014,” I mused.
He rolled his eyes. “All right, fine, my success rate could use some work. Now sit.”
He placed a plate in front of me, watching me intently as I took a sip of my coffee. “What?” I demanded, feeling a blush heat my cheeks. This newfound intensity still took me off guard.
“How are you feeling about what we talked about? You didn’t say much,” he answered quietly.
“I don’t think I said anything at all,” I reminded him lightly.
He watched me silently, willing me to continue. I’d never been good at sharing feelings or much of anything, really. But this was Sid, and I wanted to try.
“It just feels like a pretty dramatic shift from that night,” I admitted, biting my lip in consternation. That really was the crux of it for me.
He shook his head. “There’s no shift, babe, just realization.” He set his coffee down and walked around the counter, moving between my legs.
I bit back a gasp of surprise as he moved his body as close as he could to mine. His fingers traced my temple as he looked down at me with a tenderness I’d only dreamed of. “What you said to me that night, that you loved me—do you still mean it?” he whispered hoarsely.
My eyes filled with tears as I gave a jerky nod.
“Is that going to change?” he pressed as his fingers moved to the back of my neck.
I bit my lip, shaking my head.
“It’s the same for me. I just took the long way round, sweetheart,” he explained gently as his fingers found their way to the tears that had escaped my eyes, sliding them away. His head descended as his lips found mine. It was a kiss full of promise. He pulled me closer, his hands at the small of my back as I opened for him. His tongue met with mine as a low groan escaped his throat. I wrapped my arms around his broad shoulders, pulling him closer still.
In between kisses, he rested his forehead to mine. “Let me take you somewhere today.” His breath came in a shallow pant that was the sexiest thing I’d ever heard.
I looked into his eyes, my heart pounding in response to the unbridled heat I saw looking back at me. “All right,” I agreed, my lips searching for his again, greedy for his taste.
