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“You really are.” I kissed her nose and made sure she wasn’t still soapy before turning off the shower. Then I grabbed a towel, opening it up to dry her off.
She looked as happy and smitten as I felt, laughing as I ruffled up her hair beneath the towel. Overnight, she’d somehow gotten even more beautiful. Maybe it was just that I’d become acquainted with every square inch of her body. In my exploration, I found so much to admire that I hadn’t seen before, just when I thought I’d cataloged it all. And though I couldn’t plant a flag on her, I could plant something else.
So boy, did I.
I kissed her smiling mouth and grabbed a towel of my own, drying off and stepping out of the shower before helping her out.
“Hungry?” I asked without letting go of her hand.
“Famished.”
“I’ll cook us something up.”
I kissed her again as briefly as I could, which was not very, and we parted ways in the hallway—her for her room, me for the mudroom. The second I saw the dryer, my dick was ready, willing, and waiting to get back inside her. The vision of her bent over in the moonlight would haunt every load of laundry I did for the rest of my life.
Sighing, I reached into the dryer for a pair of jeans and pulled them on, whipping off my towel and throwing it into the bin. Beau came sauntering in, leaning down to stretch his paws in front of him like he’d just woken up.
“You hungry too?” I asked, and he smacked his lips in what I assumed was the affirmative.
I clicked on the radio, busying around the kitchen, feeding the dog first and making our breakfast after, listening to Jessa get dressed and ready for the day. Those simple, mundane sounds filled me with a comfort I hadn’t felt in a long, long time. There was someone here with me, someone who wouldn’t just leave when the night was over. It was her presence, bolstered by the unspoken understanding that we were on the same page. That I wanted her and she wanted me, but not just bodies. I wanted her smiles. I wanted her laughter. I wanted the feel of her hand in mine and the curve of her body against me when I slept.
God, I was in deep shit.
She came in as the biscuits were in the oven and the bacon was sizzling, smoothing her hair as she took a seat at the island. When I turned to get a look at her, she was smiling at me, and then I was smiling at her. Or maybe I already had been. Who knew.
Her hair was in a low, slicked back bun, her gold jewelry glowing on her tan skin—newly acquired, thanks to the summer sun. But the best part was that she had on the yellow dress from the carnival.
Her hands folded on the island. “Seems dangerous to be frying bacon without a shirt.”
“Listen, sweetheart—I like to live on the edge.”
A quiet laugh from her direction as I pulled the bacon out and cracked some eggs to fry in the grease.
“Can I pick you up after you meet Cass at the venue? I wanna show you something.”
I could hear her smiling behind me when she said, “You always seem to have something to show me, don’t you?”
“What can I say? I’m full of surprises.”
“I’ve never heard anything truer.”
“So what are y’all doing over there at the venue?” I stuffed my hand in a potholder and pulled out the biscuits.
“Oh, last-minute things. Where the caterers will be, the best places to take photos, the layout for the wedding outside and reception in the barn.” She chuckled. “A wedding in a barn. I’ve never.”
“It’ll just be you and Cass?”
“Maybe Davis, but I somehow doubt it.”
“And Hank?” I plated Jessa’s eggs and bacon, adding the piping biscuit last.
A pause. “I don’t know. But I hope not.”
“Hey, same.” I offered her plate, and she took it with hungry eyes.
“I feel like I haven’t eaten in a year,” she said, picking up a piece of bacon with delicate fingers. When it was in her mouth, her eyes closed and she groaned.
“Quit making sounds like that, Duchess,” I said as I built out my plate.
