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What had she ever done to deserve him? She reached for his face, holding it in her hands like it was something precious and fragile. “I love you, Jonathan Brinkerhoff.”
He captured her lips in a kiss that was impossibly sweet and tender. He tasted like coffee and security. Like unconditional love.
Goose bumps shimmered over her skin as his mouth traveled to her pulse point. She tipped her head back, exposing her throat to him.
The smell of smoke intruded on her happy moment. “I think the pancake’s burning.”
“I don’t care about the pancake,” he muttered into her cleavage.
“What if I do?”
He lifted his head enough to raise an eyebrow at her as his fingers moved up the inside of her thigh. “Do you care about the pancake right now?”
“Nope, definitely not,” she said, shuddering with pleasure. “As long you promise to make me more pancakes later.”
Without letting go of her, he reached a long arm out to turn off the stove. “I will make you all the pancakes you want. I will make you pancakes every single morning. I’ll make you pancakes for dinner, I’ll bring them to your office for lunch, I’ll—”
“Okay, that’s enough pancakes. Sex now, please.”
He lunged forward to bury his face in her neck again. Her hands slid down his torso, and he let out a shaky breath as her fingers dipped inside the waistband of his underwear.
“Fuck,” he said, freezing against her.
“That is what I’m trying to do.”
His head sagged heavily against her shoulder. “I have to go to my parents’ today.”
Esther took her hand out of his underwear. “When?”
He straightened, sighing. “Soon. My mother wants me there for lunch, and it’s a long drive.”
“Oh.” He looked so glum at the prospect, it made her insides clench. She pulled his head down to kiss away his distress. “We can take a rain check on the sex.”
“I don’t suppose…” He bit his lip, suddenly shy.
“What?”
His eyes glimmered with guarded hope. “You’d want to come with me?”
“To your parents’?” She hadn’t expected that.
A cloud passed across his face. “I know, it’s too soon. I shouldn’t have asked.”
“Do you want me to come with you?”
“I always want you with me.”
Her knees tried to go all melty but she shook it off. There were more pressing matters at hand. “Yeah, but to meet your parents? Are you ready for that? Are they?”
“Are you?”
She smoothed a hand over his shoulder. “Will it make it easier or harder for you if I’m there?”
“Easier. Definitely easier.”
Her hand stroked up the side of his neck, pulling him in for a kiss. “Then I’ll come.”
“Really?” His sigh of relief tasted as sweet as cotton candy.
