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“Are you really sure you want to cook for Erin tomorrow night?”
Tess rolled over in the bed and glared at me. “Are you doubting my cooking skills?” She might have been more intimidating if she hadn’t been naked, her skin still flushed and dewy from our latest round of wild monkey sex.
The woman had me feeling like an oversexed teenager again. Before she came back into my life, I’d actually started to worry my libido was on the decline. But nope. Still working just fine. All it needed was the right inspiration.
I tangled my fingers with hers and brought her hand to my lips. “Do I need to remind you that the last time you tried to cook something you nearly burned the building down?”
“I did no such thing. It was only a little smoke. And that was baking, which I haven’t done in a long time. It’s not my fault my oven controls are overly complex and anti-intuitive.”
“Yes, it’s all the big bad oven’s fault.” It was too much fun messing with her. I loved the way her eyes flashed and her cheeks turned red.
“Don’t patronize me. I can cook.” She reached out and tweaked my nipple. If it was meant to discourage me, it had the exact opposite effect.
Pushing her onto her back, I pinned her under my weight as I buried my face in her neck. “Can you though? Can you really?”
“Yes! I’m not saying I’m Julia Child, but I can manage chicken piccata.”
“There’s no shame in ordering takeout.” My hand smoothed down her side as I nuzzled between her breasts. “You don’t have to risk all our lives just to impress Erin. She likes you even if you can’t cook.”
Tess’s fingers tangled in my hair and gave it a retaliatory tug. “I’m a perfectly good cook. No one’s lives are at risk. You’ll see.”
“Food poisoning is no one’s friend, Tess.”
“I’m going to make you eat those words.”
I lifted my head and grinned at her. “As long as you don’t make me eat undercooked chicken.”
“Fuck you,” she muttered, failing to hide her smile.
I dropped my mouth to her breasts again. “Give me another five minutes and I’ll be ready again.”
“You’re insufferable.”
“Sorry, what’s that?” I mumbled into her cleavage. “I’m adorable? It’s hard to hear while I’m busy kissing your glorious tits. Did you say I’m lovable? Or delectable maybe?” My fingers danced over the ticklish spots on her ribs, making her wriggle enjoyably beneath me.
“I don’t know why I put up with you,” she complained, swatting my hands away.
“Pretty sure it has something to do with how adorable, lovable, and delectable I am, in addition to being a god of sex.”
Her laughter washed over me like sunshine. “It’s definitely not your modesty, that’s for sure.”
“It’s a good thing I’ve got you to keep me humble.”
I felt her still beneath me, a subtle ripple of tension displacing the ease of a moment before. Propping myself up on one elbow, I studied her face.
Her eyes tried to slide away under my perusal, but I cupped her jaw in my hand, drawing her attention back to me. “I have you, don’t I?”
The way she hesitated just about stopped my heart in my chest.
“Do I haveyou?” she countered quietly.
A swell of tenderness chased away the flicker of panic as my heart squeezed with the need to reassure her. “Fuck yes. Don’t you know that by now?” I brushed my lips against hers. “You have me as much as you want me.”
She let out a long, slow breath. “Okay. Good.”
I arched an expectant eyebrow at her. Fair was fair, and I needed some reassurances too. “Now it’s your turn.”
Her eyes softened as they looked into mine. “You have me too.”
