Heavy emotion welled in her eyes and lodged in her throat as she took a sip of the mocha and surveyed the plate. His blood bond with her was much more acute now.
“How long have I been sleeping?” She stuffed a piece of bacon into her mouth. It tasted so good, it should be its own food group.
“You’re going on fourteen hours now.” He speared a forkful of scrambled eggs and fed her a bite.
They were tender and fluffy and she doubted even Tom Douglas could do better. “Everything tastes amazing. You’re so good to me.”
He reached over, brushing something from her lips and licked his finger. Whipped cream from the mocha, maybe?
Her heartbeat increased as she cleared her throat and sat up a little straighter, the sheet slipping down around her hips. Sensing her change in emotion, Dom looked up at her, but when he saw her exposed breasts, his eyes darkened with desire.
Oh, no, they couldn’t go there. At least not right this minute, she thought. “I need to discuss something that’s been on my mind. Two things, actually.”
He brushed a long finger lightly on the underside of her breast, making her nipple tingle and harden.
“You’re in love with someone else?”
“No, Dom, I’m serious.”
“You want to join the circus?”
“Tempting, but no.”
“You want a cat even though you know I’m allergic to them?”
She laughed. “No.”
He sat up and nuzzled her neck. “You’re embarrassed to bring it up, but you want to try a few kinkier sexual positions?”
Oh, for God’s sake. “You should know me better by now. I’m not embarrassed about anything we do sexually.”
“Then what, love?”
She looked into his warm blue eyes and brushed a stray hair from his face, but instead of letting go, she wound it around her finger first. “First, I want you to take my blood the next time we make love.”
“But—”
“No arguing. Just say yes.”
He twirled a finger around her nipple. “Next.”
“Next, I want to go through the conversion process. I want you to change me. Before you can protest, I’ve gotten all the details from Shirl. I know it requires approval by the Council.”
“Yes, and it’s excruciatingly painful.” He frowned and turned away.
“Dom, I love you and want to spend the rest of my life with you. If I stay as I am, we’ll always worry about Darkbloods and you’ll outlive me by at least a hundred years.”
“I love you, too. So much that it feels as if my heart will break when we’re apart. But change you? I just don’t know, Kenz.”
Shirl had also told her that only when a couple had been married for a year would the Council even consider it. A gnawing ache formed at the base of her neck. Could that be the problem? Maybe Dom didn’t want to get married.
Except for a couple of grapes and a half-piece of bacon, Mackenzie had eaten everything he had prepared for her. His chest swelled with warm satisfaction as he popped a grape into his mouth and folded his hands behind his head.
He was glad to see she was feeling like her old sassy-as-hell self because he wanted to discuss some serious matters with her, too, but now was not the time. Out of habit, he rubbed his forefingers over his thumbs, but there were no rings to twist. He smiled. Now that she was feeling better, he needed to make one last trip to the jewelry store.
He heard a splash of water and a soft moan as she slid into the tub. Not surprisingly, he became aroused as he thought about her naked in the warm water. She chuckled from the other room as he reached beneath his pajama bottoms and straightened his erection out on his belly.
“Come on in, love,” she called to him. “I know you want to. I can feel it.” He heard the water ripple as he walked into the adjoining bathroom. “I’m surprised you lasted this long.” Green eyes peered at him through dampened lashes as she stretched out in the large soaking tub before him.
