She’s doing this for me.
Well, fuck Captain Billings. I’m not giving her up. Someone else can catch a killer. This right here is what I’ve been searching for my entire life. And no, I’m not searching for a woman who’ll cook for me. I’m searching for everything this represents. With Daisy here, this isn’t just a house. It’s a home.
“I also made homemade mashed potatoes.”
Jesus. She’s going to kill me. “Real mashed potatoes?” I haven’t had those in years.
“As real as they get.” She beams. “I also made a loaf of bread, but it looks sort of sad.” She holds up a loaf pan. The bread looks golden brown from here.
Stepping up behind her, I wrap my arms around her middle, lean down, and kiss her neck. Peeking over her shoulder, I get a closer look at the bread. She’s right, it’s a tad deflated and wrinkled. “I’m sure it still tastes good.” Because, damn, it smells good.
She smells good.
Now that her body is against mine, I’m sure she can feel me because, of course, I’m hard.
“Gage.” Her voice sounds soft and sexy.
“Yeah.” I kiss her neck again before swiping my tongue over that spot.
I feel her hand touch one of mine that’s wrapped around her waist. When she tugs on it, I let her move it up and up until I’m cupping her breast.
“You want me?” I ask, hoping her answer is “Yes.” Tell me you want me. For longer than today.
“All I’ve done today is think about you.” Her voice is husky now.
I move my right hand from her waist into her jeans. They’re a little snug, but I’m still able to make it inside and down between her legs. “You’re fucking soaked.”
“Told you,” she breathes. “All I’ve done today is think—”
My mouth is on hers before she can finish that sentence. I press a finger inside of her, which causes her to moan into my mouth.
This is too much. Too overwhelming. Pulling my hand out of her pants, I bring my other one down until I’ve worked the button loose on her jeans. Unzipping them, I’ve got her jeans and panties down to her knees before you could say “Meatloaf.” I make quick work of my own pants and boxers until I’m free and hard against her ass.
“This okay, honey?” I murmur.
“Yes.”
“Bend over. Hold on to the counter.”
“O-Okay.”
With my palms on her hips, I pull her closer to me. Lining myself up, I’m inside so fast, I feel dizzy. She felt like a fist on my cock last night, but this way, from behind, it’s like a velvet vise.
“Fuck,” I spit as I pull out and thrust back in hard. “Hold on tight.” This is gonna be fast.
“It feels good, Gage.”
With every thrust in, she presses back. It’s like we’re doing a well-choreographed dance—one we’ve done a million times before. But this is only the second time for us, and it’s so. Fucking. Good.
I’m close. Reaching around her, I find her clit and circle it fast, then slow. When I give it a little pinch, she comes, and I feel it down to my toes. She’s pulsing around me, which puts me there. With a growl, I come hard inside her.
Oh fuck.
Inside her.
“Daisy?” I look down at the place we’re joined, watching as I seep out of her entrance. It’s confusing me because the animal in me loves the idea of Daisy and me mating. But the human male in me, who’s always responsible and thoughtful, is fucking disgusted with himself. “I didn’t wear a condom.” I pull out and reach into the drawer next to her right arm for a clean dishtowel. Pressing it against her, I wipe away the excess. Folding it onto itself, I hold it there, waiting.
She’s silent for way too long before she finally says, “Oh.”
“I’m sorry.”
She reaches down and pulls up her pants. “I just finished my period. I’m sure it’s okay.”
“If not….” If not, I’ll be there for you. Except I don’t say it.
“No worries.” She shrugs. Turning to face me, she smiles, but it doesn’t reach her eyes. “I guess you like meatloaf.” Then she giggles and I’m able to breathe again. “I’ll have to remember that.”
Bending down, I kiss her softly. “I’m not going anywhere.” I hope she understands what I mean.
“Okay.”
I’m going to take that as a good sign.
“Dinner will be ready in a few minutes if you need to, um….” She looks down at me. I’m still naked from the waist down.
“I’ll go clean up and change.” I reach down and pull up my pants and boxer briefs. “Back in five.”
Chapter Twenty-Five
Daisy
I’m not on birth control. Why would I be? I mean, before Gage Golden knocked on my door, I practically hid from the world. Hell, the night he discovered her… Kara, I barely opened my door.
Now all I want to do is be out. I want to be with people, to see the world, to experience all the things I’ve missed out on. I’m not sure a baby would fit into this revised worldview, but like I told him, my period ended less than a week ago. I’m sure I’m okay.
Even if I’m not, I could live this life. You know, the one where I do my thing all day while he’s at work. Sometimes I could make him dinner, sometimes he would cook, but every day we’d do what we did in the kitchen just now. Because wow-wow-wow, that was sexy and hot and it felt so good. No way can my toys replicate that. Not in a million years. No, Gage and me, we’re in sync when it comes to sex. Very in sync.
It’s too bad it won’t last. Nothing this good ever does. To be honest, I was surprised he came home and did what he did. I figured he’d
