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But he hadn’t run off scared and disgusted, and instead stayed and held her hair back as she embarrassed herself. And then he held her, bathed her, and they’d gotten into bed together.
He’d held her all night, and although they didn’t have sex, she’d wanted to desperately. But Bunny also realized that just having that personal contact with him, without the sexual interaction, was just as good.
Love.
The emotion moved between them, and he made it seem like everything would work out. And as Bunny started to let her walls down, let her emotions rise up, she realized this could work.
This would.
She was aware of the sound of pots and pans banging, then the scent of bacon filled the air. Her stomach grumbled and she pushed herself up, reaching over to the little chair by her nightstand and grabbing her robe.
She slipped it on, her hair having dried damp so it was a wavy mess around her head. She finger-combed it as she tightened the belt around her robe and headed out of the bedroom and into the kitchen.
Mixing with the smell of bacon was the scent of freshly brewed coffee. Her stomach grumbled and she felt her heart race. No one had ever made her breakfast before.
When she entered the kitchen, Bunny saw Brice standing by the stove, shirtless, his slacks slung low on his hips. She could hear the sound of crackling grease, and smirked.
“You know, that’s probably pretty dangerous,” she said and grinned wider when he looked over his shoulder at her. “I hate to see that defined chest of yours burned from bacon grease.”
Brice grinned wider and turned off the stove before facing her. “I’m all about getting some battle wounds as long as I get those kinds of smiles from you in the morning.”
She felt her face warm at his compliment.
He gestured for her to sit down and she took her place at the table. Bunny watched as he put some eggs on the plate, sprinkled some shredded cheese on top, then added a couple pieces of bacon and an English muffin with butter and jam.
Brice came over and set the plate in front of her, grabbed a cup and some orange juice, and filled her a glass. Without her asking, he poured her a cup of coffee and she immediately picked it up and took a long sip, closing her eyes and humming in pleasure.
She could get used to this.
“So good,” she mumbled and opened her eyes to see him watching her, this little smirk on his face.
And then he took a seat across for her, a couple pieces of toast in front of him, and a cup of steaming hot coffee in his hand.
“You’re not eating?” Her stomach grumbled, the scent of food filling her nose.
“I’m not much of a breakfast type of guy.” He smiled.
“What type of guy are you?” She kept her gaze on his whole time. He didn’t speak for long moments as he stared at her, this small smile playing across his lips.
He set the coffee cup down and leaned forward, bracing his hands together on the table top. “I’m the type of man who is madly in love with you, Bunny. I’m the type of man who doesn’t care what anyone says or thinks, that when it concerns you, I’ll do whatever it takes to make you mine.” He reached out and took her free hand in his grasp, stroking his thumb along the pulse point that beat rapidly in her wrist.
“Brice,” she whispered softly.
“I’m the type of man who knows that if you love me back that’s all I need in this world.”
God, her heart was racing fast, his words claiming her from the inside out. She’d never known a pleasure, a happiness as strong as she felt with Brice.
Bunny pushed her plate aside, bracing herself up slightly so she could lean across the table and press her mouth to his. The kiss was soft and sweet, nothing sexual about it. “I love you.” She whispered those words against his mouth and pulled back. “I’m done fighting. I’m done hiding how I feel. I love you, Brice.”
He grinned. “Good.” He cupped her chin with his finger and thumb and brought her mouth to his again.
She closed her eyes and let herself feel nothing but that kiss. “I look like a wreck,” she murmured against his mouth.
“You look beautiful,” he corrected. “So fucking perfect.” He pulled back and looked down at her lips, his gaze half-lidded as his pleasure poured from him.
Heat stole over her as her arousal rose. “How about we finish breakfast then take this to the bedroom?”
A low rumble of need left him and her heart jumped to her throat.
“Suddenly I’m starting to become a breakfast man, baby.”
Before she knew what was happening, Brice pulled back and had her in his arms. He kissed her breathless, then bent at the knees and lifted her, throwing her over his shoulder and swatting her playfully on the ass. Although she felt anything but playful. She felt downright erotic.
