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“Have you had breakfast?” I ask.
“No.” She meets my gaze. “You didn’t answer my question.”
I didn’t think I’d get that past her, but I don’t think we’re quite ready for that conversation. “Let’s talk over eggs and bacon.”
“What about the squirrel?” She points.
“He’ll be fine. Stuffed with peanut butter and Cheerios. I’ll drop him off elsewhere a little later. For now, though, I’d love to make you breakfast.”
“Okay. I’m a breakfast fan. Eggs aren’t perfectly spherical, so I respect them.” She chews her bottom lip for a second. “Yes, I’d like to go inside.” She stands again, and I take her hand, leading her to the house.
“You know, you could’ve spent the night.” I squeeze her warm fingers. “Then you wouldn’t have had to come all the way back this morning.”
“That’s presumptuous of you.” She stops, her grip growing tight as she glowers up at me. “Do you often invite women to spend the night?”
“No.”
She squeezes even harder. “Never?”
“Never.” I try not to smile at the way she’s attempting to crush my fingers in her sweet little grip. So goddamn cute with the way she gets all possessive–it’s almost unbearable.
“And you won’t.Ever.” She glances at the barn and then my garden. “I’d hate for all this pretty stuff to burn.”
“Burn?” I pull her toward the porch.
“Yes, I mean”—she clears her throat—“in like, you know, a lightning storm or a freak accident or something. Something unforeseeable that seems highly likely to happen if you were to invite another woman to spend the night.”
“Perfectly vague but also oddly specific.” I grin as I open the front door and guide her in, Alfie trailing behind her.
“I’m just talking about possible contingencies, that’s all.” She shrugs.
“Talk all you want.” I step toward her, backing her against the door. “I’m just glad you came back.” I kiss her, gently at first, lovingly. With her, I want everything all at once. She’s all I could think about all night long, and I’m desperate for more of her. But I know just how special she is. Spooking her is the last thing I want to do. I was afraid I may have pushed her too far too fast yesterday, but I couldn’t fucking help myself.
“I’m so glad you’re here,” I murmur against her lips.
She grips the front of my shirt, fisting the fabric and pulling me down for a harder kiss, her mouth opening as I tongue her, seeking that electric connection that somehow exists between us. I’ve never felt anything like it before, and I don’t want to question it. I just want to let it roll through me, flooding me with sensation.
She moans as I grip her ass and lift her, pressing against her as she spreads her legs and wraps them around me. When I feel the heat between her thighs, I grunt, my cock straining against my jeans as I angle her head to the side, deepening our kiss. She tastes like everything I always wanted but never had. Fuck, I can’t get enough.
Her stomach growls.
I freeze.
She keeps kissing me, her hands in my hair. “Owen,” she murmurs.
Slowly, I lower her to the floor, her body sliding against mine as I feel every delicious curve. “You’re hungry.”
“Yeah, for that dick.” She slaps a hand over her mouth.
I laugh, overcome with amusement as she smiles behind her hand. She’s so unexpected. Every twist and turn only draws me closer to her.
“Come on, breakfast first. Then we can talk about the rest.” I take her hand and pull her to the kitchen, a smile still on my face–one that may be stuck there, thanks to her.
13
MAGGIE
“I’m so glad you’re here.”
