Page 18 of An Unexpected Chance

She snuggled in, and I loved how comfortable I was with her. How right this felt. I pressed another kiss to her head and let myself drift.

I was looking forward to waking up.

* * *

The room was silent when I woke, my bed empty. I sat up, looking around, relaxing when I spotted Amy’s clothes draped over the chair. I got up and dragged on a pair of sweats, then headed to the bathroom. I chuckled at my reflection. My hair was everywhere, my lips looked as if a beautiful woman had been kissing them, and I could see a love bite on my shoulder. Another by my nipple.

My little lover was a biter. She was also passionate, giving, and loud. I was good with all of that.

I wasn’t good with her being gone from my bed, though.

I finished and headed downstairs, following the dim light to the kitchen. Amy was at the island, sitting on one of the high stools. She wore my shirt I’d had on earlier, the sleeves rolled up, and she looked sexy in it. In front of her were the milk jug, an open loaf of bread, the butter dish, the peanut butter, and a jar of jam. A pile of discarded crusts were on the counter.

I sauntered toward her, trying not to laugh. Her mouth was full, and she was chewing rapidly, holding the glass of milk.

Reaching her, I grinned. “Starving?”

She nodded, her mouth still full. I tapped her cheeks. “Are you part chipmunk?”

She swallowed and took a sip of milk. “Maybe. I could nibble on your nuts later if you want.”

I burst out laughing and dropped a kiss to her nose. I slid onto the seat beside her and picked up a crust. “Problem?”

“I don’t like crusts with PB & J.”

I tossed one into my mouth, chewing and swallowing. “Mia’s favorite snack.”

“Mine too.” She took another slice of bread and smothered it with butter and peanut butter, added jam, cut off the crusts, and rolled it like a jelly roll.

“Mia would like it like that,” I mused.

She took another large bite. “It tastes better.”

I dropped another crust into my mouth, enjoying the thick peanut butter taste with the sweet jam. “Holly made the jam.”

She grinned. “I helped.”

She was adorable. “So, you burned a lot of calories, did you?” I asked dryly, watching her make another sandwich.

“Uh-huh. You’re a sex animal.”

I smirked. “I might be feeling a little wild again.”

She paused eating. “You told me you were forty-two. Don’t you need, like, some downtime or something?”

I slid off the stool and turned hers, pushing her knees apart and standing between her splayed legs. I lifted her hand, taking the last bite of her rolled-up sandwich. “When it comes to you, no. My cock thinks he is about twenty. He was ready to go for another round a while ago.” I dropped my face to her neck, pushing the collar out of the way. I nuzzled her skin, smiling as she shivered and gripped my biceps.

“I like seeing you in my shirt,” I growled against her neck. “I especially like knowing you’re bare under it.” I trailed my mouth up to her ear, sucking the lobe in and biting down. “And wet.”

“So sure of yourself, are you?” she asked, a hitch in her voice.

I slid my hand under her hips, pulling her to the edge of the chair. “I bet you’re so wet I could take you right here. Right now.”

“In front of the milk?” She gasped, feigning shock.

“I’m going to do things to you that will curdle it.”

She slipped her hands under the waistband of my sweats, tugging down the material. My cock sprang free, the height of the stool perfect to line up with her center. She was wet, hot, and so ready.