“About you? Yeah. Always.” He kisses my cheek. “You hungry?” He rolls out of bed, gloriously naked. All tall, broad, tanned, sexy as fuck. “I’m making you pancakes.”
I stare. Of course I stare. Silver hair is sticking up in every direction, morning scruff, cock still half-hard and glistening with me. My man’s fucking gorgeous.
He pulls on a pair of sweatpants, no underwear, and holds out a hand to me. “Come on, sweetheart. Let’s feed you.”
* * *
Our kitchen is warm, bright, and spacious. Morning light streams through the big windows. There’s coffee brewing, bacon sizzling, and Levi is standing at our huge stove in nothing but hissweatpants, flipping pancakes. And I’m sitting at the counter in one of his t-shirts, watching him.This is my life now.
“Stop staring at my ass,” he says without turning around.
I laugh. “I’m not staring at your ass.”
“You’re definitely staring at my ass.” He glances over his shoulder, grinning, and winks at me. “Not that I blame you. It’s a great ass.”
I huff. “Modest, too.”
He chuckles, sliding a plate in front of me: perfect golden pancakes, crispy bacon, fresh fruit. “Eat.”
I take a bite and freaking moan.
“Good?” He’s watching me, smiling huge.
“Sooo good.” I take another bite. “Where did you learn to cook?”
“My mom.” He pours himself coffee and leans against the counter across from me, the movement of his muscles under his sun-kissed skin distracting me. Still. Always… “She believed every man should be able to feed himself and whoever he loves. Said it was the bare minimum.”
I smile softly, reaching out to squeeze his hand. “Smart woman.”
“She was.” His eyes go soft. “She would have loved you.”
My heart squeezes for my big guy. “Yeah?”
“Oh, yeah.” He grins. “Beautiful, strong, smart, stubborn as hell. You two would have ganged up on me.”
I return his smile. “I would have loved that, Lev’.”
We eat in silence for a minute.
“So,” Levi breaks the quiet. “What do you want to do today?”
I blink. “What?” I stare at him.
No one has asked me that in eight years. Every minute of every day has been scheduled, planned, and accounted for. Even my “free time” was.
“I don’t know,” I admit. “I have no idea.”
“Okay.” He nods, like that’s perfectly understandable. “We could go for a walk; there’s a trail through the woods that’s beautiful. We could watch a movie. Or drive into town, get lunch, and pretend to be normal people. I’ve got a whole list of things you missed while you were running the free world.” He pauses, eyes glinting. “Or we could go back to bed and I could eat your pussy for a few hours.”
I choke on my coffee. “Levi!”
He chuckles, raising his hands. “Just throwing out ideas.”
“You so stupid.” I throw a grape at him, and he catches it, popping it into his mouth, still smiling teasingly, devilishly. So freaking handsome I can’t help but stare. “All of it,” I finally say.
He tilts his head to the side. “All of what?”
“The walk, the movie, lunch.” I set down my coffee and rest my chin on my fists, elbows on the marble counter, and wink. “Then you can take me back to bed.”
