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TWENTY-NINE
We got backto the house and took a quick shower together. Things were easier between us than they’d been in ages—and I loved it so much it almost hurt.
When we got out, we headed down the stairs with the bare-minimum amount of clothing on. We were both starving, and now that we’d cleared the air between us, our relationship felt stronger, and easier.
We cooked, Zed in just a pair of underwear while I only wore one of his shirts.
“So you think my first trip out of the country should be to Thailand?” Zed checked, as he stirred whatever fancy sauce he was making for the whole-grain pasta I had thrown into a boiling pot of water.
“Yep.” I nodded enthusiastically. “It’s cheap, and beautiful, and the food is incredible. You’ll love it.”
“Will I, though?” I could tell he was teasing me. He loved the way we played verbally, and I did too.
“You will. There’s this one beach you can only get to by boat, and it’s absolutely breathtaking. And there are so many small islands to see that it would be a blast to rent a boat or pay a guide to drive us around for a while to see everything. I was too broke to do that when I was there, but it’s not that expensive, and since we have the money, we should do it.” I jumped up onto the countertop, sitting with my legs dangling off the edge while I stirred my pasta.
Zed shot me a small grin, his eyes bright. When they trailed over my skin, slowly, I didn’t miss the heat in his gaze.
“You could learn to cook with some Thai chefs, if we stay long enough,” I added. “I think we’d probably need like two or three weeks to really do everything, but it could be a nice break. And I could still work in the evenings if we need the money. And there’s supposed to be absolutely incredible scuba diving there—I got certified a few years back, but couldn’t afford the fee to actually go when I was there either, but since our house is paid off, we could—”
His lips captured mine, shutting me up. The kiss was short, but our tongues didn’t hesitate as they slid together, getting to know each other again.
Desire throbbed in my lower belly as the kiss went on, but neither of us made a move to take it to the next level.
Zed pulled away a long moment later, and murmured, “We’ll do Thailand next month. I’ll book flights tonight. Don’t worry about the money; we can splurge on whatever the hell you want, so long as you keep that passion in your eyes. You’re fucking gorgeous when you light up like that.”
I didn’t think he could embarrass me with a compliment at that point, but my face heated anyway.
His hand lingered on my upper, inner thigh while he went back to stirring the sauce, and I forced my breathy-self to stir the pasta too.
“Can you call in sick to work tonight?” I asked him, biting my lip a bit.
I hated to ask… but I wanted to.
And he’d said that the restaurant’s owner was willing to bend over backward to accommodate him. My man was no rookie.
“No. But I can call and tell them I’m not going to make it in, if you want me home.” His fingers pressed lightly to my inner thigh, and my body clenched. “How’s the pasta coming?”
“Don’t know. Forgot to set a timer,” I admitted.
He took the spoon from my fingers and gave it a stir, glancing into the pot. “It’s good. I’ll grab the strainer.” His fingers left my thigh for a moment, and he had the pasta strained in a heartbeat before he returned to where he had been standing.
His hand slipped back to its place on my thigh, only a fingertip away from my throbbing bits.
He grabbed a spoon and tasted his sauce, nodding quickly before shutting off the flame on the gas stove. His hand remained where it was as he grabbed two bowls off the counter, and drizzled some sauce into both of them.
When his fingers left my leg, a short breath escaped me.
Damn, I wanted him.
I was still hungry, but I didn’t give a shit about that anymore. A greater need had taken over.
“Aren’t you going to ask why I want you to stay home?” I asked, my breathing still a bit quicker than it probably should’ve been.
He flashed me a small smirk. “No need. Your lust has the air smelling like a damn orgasm, July.”
I scowled at him and kicked a foot out toward him. My toes barely brushed his butt, but his smirk only grew. “Asshole.”
“You do love to call me that when you’re horny.” He stepped back over to me, drizzling some more sauce on the massive bowls of pasta. Then, he opened the microwave, and set them both inside before shutting the door.
