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“You just gonna stand there, buttercup?” he calls out. “You wanna grab some plates and shit so we can eat?”
My feet become unstuck from the floor, and I force my eyes to tear away from his body as I make my way into the kitchen.
“I didn’t know where you were,” I whisper, feeling ashamed for being so damn needy.
He turns his head, his eyes finding mine as I reach into the cabinet for plates, and he grins. He appears as though he has absolutely nothing to worry about in life. I love and hate that for him equally because I don’t think I’ve ever been carefree a day in my entire existence.
“Not leaving you alone anywhere, babe.”
I let out a sigh of relief, then head toward the table with the two plates. A few moments later, we’re sitting at the table, me in his T-shirt and him shirtless, his hair a tousled mess from sleep. He’s beautiful, this man of mine. I don’t know how on earth I’m going to keep him. I have a feeling he’ll get tired of me.
“Made bacon and eggs. Cut up some fruit, too. We gotta hurry. It’s getting a little late, and we need to get to the clubhouse.”
He doesn’t even mention going to the salon, and I’m glad. I’m just not ready yet… I don’t know if I ever will be. Maybe with Piper and Kiplyn I might be able to stand being there, but not alone ever again—never alone.
After I’ve eaten, I clean the dishes while Lance takes a phone call. I watch as he makes his way outside, and even though I can see him on the back patio, I can’t take my eyes off him. I can’t look away from him.
He is my lifeline.
I’ve never been this dependent on someone, this obsessed, this pathetic.
Once the dishes are cleaned up and placed in the dishwasher, I start it, then stare at the back patio and wait for him to be finished talking to whoever he’s talking to so I can go and take a shower.
I can’t walk anywhere in this house without him.
I know it’s pitiful, but this is who I am right now and maybe always will be.
Unable to take my eyes off him, I watch as he shoves his phone into his pocket before he turns and steps back into the house. He lifts his eyes to meet mine and gives me a small smile.
“You about ready to shower?”
“Yeah,” I exhale, thankful he doesn’t mention the fact I’ve been standing in the kitchen staring at him, willing him to make his way back inside.
I’m so embarrassed.
I watch him as he makes his way into the bathroom and starts the shower. I expect him to walk back into the bedroom, but he doesn’t. “Come on, babe, we’ll shower together.”
Together.
Sinking my teeth into my bottom lip, I make my way into the warm bathroom. It’s already filled with steam. “Lance?” I ask.
His lips twitch into a small grin. “We’ll shower together. Save time.”
I don’t know how that’s going to work because all I want is this man inside of me. We didn’t do anything last night. I was exhausted from the doctor, from the kidnapping, from all the horrible things I saw.
But I’m not tired anymore.
Sinking my teeth into my bottom lip, I slide them across before I release it. I take the hem of the shirt between my fingers and rub it back and forth a few times before I glide it up my body, exposing all of myself to him.
“Buttercup,” Lance hisses.
“How much of a hurry are we in?” I ask.
I watch as his eyes darken. He shakes his head once as he reaches his arm out, with his palm facing upward before he speaks. “We got a few minutes.”
Sucking in a breath, I place my hand in his. His fingers curl around mine as he tugs me toward the warm shower. Placing my hand in the center of his chest, I tilt my head backward, my eyes finding his.
Without a single word, I sink to my knees in front of him. “Reese,” he rasps.
