He stands and gives my shoulder a squeeze. “You can do this. I’ll look them over,” he repeats.
He turns and moves to the drafting table with more blueprints spread out on it. I stare after him for a few beats, still in shock. Owen, however, gets back to work. I note how sexy he looks with his slacks on and his sleeves rolled above his elbows.
I smile to myself. We may work from his place every day, but we dress as if going into the office. I wish I would have packed more.
I shrug off the thought and turn my attention back to the table. As I wipe my hands on my circle skirt, I give myself a pep talk before I scoot to the floor and get to work. I can do this.
Apparently, I get so focused on the blueprints I lose track of time. I’ve just finished addressing the rooms in the west wing when Owen grabs my attention.
“It’s quitting time, darlin’. It’s time you eat something,” he says as he stands with a tray in his hands.
I furrow my brows, but quickly roll up the blueprints and move everything aside. When he puts the tray down, I see he’s made us sandwiches and has a pitcher of sweet tea and two glasses. I can’t help but smile.
“You made this for us?” I tease.
His cheeks turn red under his beard. “Don’t get too excited. Pastrami and cheese are the extent of my culinary skills.”
“And here I thought you were hopeless in the kitchen.”
“Bite the sandwich first. I might be,” he says with humor in his voice.
I pick up the sandwich and take a bite. It’s amazing. I don’t even mind the onions on it. I nod my head and look over my shoulder at him sitting on the couch.
“Not bad at all.”
He smiles and grunts before grabbing the plate with his sandwich and tucking in. We eat in a comfortable silence. I’m too busy musing at the fact that he made us sandwiches instead of letting me know he was hungry.
I’ve cooked for us every day since I’ve been here. As I clean my hands on one of the napkins, I can’t help but wonder if he doesn’t like my cooking. Maybe my pancakes are the extent of what he thinks tastes any good.
He leans to place his plate on the tray and fills a glass before he picks it up, drains it, then replaces it on the tray. I look away when his gaze lands on me. He shifts over on the couch and wraps his arms around me from behind, bringing me into his warmth.
He buries his face into my neck. It’s like a reflex the way I take a breath and close my eyes. I could get lost in this feeling so easily.
“No work tomorrow. I want to take you for a ride,” he murmurs.
“Sounds good. I had planned to sleep in and read a book, but I like your idea better,” I reply.
“You can bring your book.” He kisses my skin. “I like having you here with me. My days end peacefully.”
I can’t help myself. I have to ask. “Is my cooking bad?”
“What?” he says.
“Well, you made those sandwiches. I thought maybe you didn’t like my cooking and didn’t want to hurt my feelings.”
He roars with laughter. “Darlin’, you were so into those blueprints and I was hungry. You’ve cooked every night this week. The least I could do was make a couple of sandwiches, so my woman doesn’t starve or have to fuss over me.”
“Oh, I would have stopped sooner. I lost track of time.”
He tilts my head back and pecks my lips. “You’re fine. I’m going to have a few beers on the roof for a bit. You want to come with me?”
“Sure, but I want to hit the shower first. I’ve been sitting here in these clothes all day,” I reply.
The thought of pulling on one of his T-shirts brings a smile to my face. I love wearing his things. His clothes smell like him.
“On second thought, those beers can wait,” he says before clasping a hand over my throat and devouring my lips as he holds me in place.
He nipples at my lips, coaxing my mouth open. I breathe him in as he pushes his tongue into my mouth. I reach for his hair and hold him to me.
This is my favorite part of the day, drowning in his intensity. It’s something I look forward to. When he growls and lifts me, I smile.
It might be a while before we get to those beers. I don’t mind. Being consumed by this man is nothing short of amazing.
Brick
“Eva, baby,” I say as she rests across my chest.
She mutters something and nestles deeper into my body. We were just talking before she drifted off. We never did make it for those beers. Watching her writhe beneath me is a much better pastime.
I stroke her soft skin with a smile on my lips. This week has been what I’ve been missing in my life. After a hard day of work, I get to watch her in my home and ravage her body in my bed.
Right as my mind turns to King and how I’ll handle things with him, my phone rings. I inhale, ready to face my brother. However, when I pick up the device, it’s Jemma’s number that appears.
“Shit,” I grunt.
I don’t realize my body has stiffened with irritation until Eva stirs and looks up at me. I’m even more pissed now that she’s been awakened by my cousin and her bullshit. I ignore the call and cut my ringer off.
“Everything okay?” Eva asks sleepily.
“Yeah, it’s fine,” I reply.
She gives me a quizzical look. I’m not going to get into what’s annoying me. When my phone lights up again, I flex my jaw and tighten the fist not pressed to Eva’s back.
She keeps those brown eyes on me. Her thoughts running across
