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Pulling away, I smile and press another quick kiss to her forehead. “Come on. Let’s get dressed and go get some breakfast. I saw a little cafe a couple blocks over on my way here last night.”

“How about we stay in? I have bacon and eggs downstairs. I’ll cook for you.”

“I don’t think so, Pip. Today is all about you,” I tell her, picturing her perfect naked body in my lap as she eats and my dick hardens. She arches a brow and glances down before shaking her head and meeting my gaze again.

“Didn’t you get enough last night?”

I tweak her nipple and she gasps. “Did you?”

“No,” she breathes and I grin as I lean in for another kiss and grab her ass. A moan slips past her lips just before I claim them and she melts into me. My tongue tangles with hers, teasing and urging each other on as she leans into me further, trying to get as close as she can. Her phone pings from the bedside table and she pulls away, glancing back at it.

“That’ll be Eden.”

I arch a brow. “Checking to make sure you didn’t go back to sleep?”

“Something like that,” she answers, rolling her eyes and I laugh as I nudge her chin and guide her gaze back to me. I plant a quick kiss before pulling away.

“Come on. I’m getting hungry.”

She flashes me a grin as desire pools in her eyes and she grabs my old Marines t-shirt off the bed before pulling it over her head and hopping off of the bed. I turn, watching her as she walks out of the room. My t-shirt stops halfway down her ass and it sways back and forth with each step, teasing me.

Shit.

I should have made her stay in bed.

“You keep swinging that ass at me, baby, and you are going to be breakfast,” I call and she laughs as she shakes her hips and continues on down the stairs.

“God,” she fires back but I can hear the smile in her voice and in my head, I can see her rolling her eyes at me. “I forgot what an ass man you are.”

“I’ll show you ass man,” I grumble as I scoop my jeans off the floor and pull them on as I chase after her. She squeals and takes off running. When I get to the bottom of the stairs, I grab her and toss her over my shoulder with her ass in the air as I smack it. She gasps and pounds her little fists against my back. I spot the counter where I bent her over and took her a couple of nights ago and grin. “You teasing me cause you’re looking for a repeat performance?”

“I suppose that depends.”

“On what?” I ask, setting her down in the kitchen. Heat pools in her eyes and I lick my lips, picturing lifting her up and setting her on the counter before spreading her legs and dropping down between them to devour her.

“You going to walk out without a word again?”

I shake my head as I wrap my arms around her waist and pull her closer. “Didn’t you hear me last night, baby? I’m never walking away from you again.”

She smiles but that damn fear flicks through her gaze again, so quick that I would miss it if I wasn’t paying attention, and it fucking kills me.

Why the fuck is she so scared of being with me again?

God, I have to fix this.

“I have a really important question for you, Pip,” I tell her and she smiles up at me as she nods.

“Shoot.”

“You still like your eggs over easy?”

She laughs and nods. “Yes. You still hate eggs?”

“Yes!” I exclaim with a mock shudder as I back away from her and open the fridge. “The road trip of nineteen-ninety-six ruined eggs for me forever. You know this.”

Her sweet laugh is music to my fucking ears. As I open the fridge, she pushes off the counter and steps up behind me, wrapping her arms around my waist and splaying her hands across my chest as she presses a kiss to the center of my back. In the simple touch, I can feel everything she is not saying and I smile as I grab the carton of eggs and turn back to her. Wrapping my free arm around her back, I press a kiss to her head and she sighs before she pulls away with a soft smile on her face.

“Hey, you know what I dreamed about last night?” she asks as she grabs a mug off of the shelf and fills it with coffee.