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“Landon...”
“Fuck. Lacey. Come with me, baby.”
“Landon,” I whimper, gasping for air, taking all of him.
“I have you, baby. Let go,” he rasps into my ear.
Wrapping my hands around him, our bodies rock together, panting, as I shudder. My body swallows him whole, wrapped around a wall of spasms. His release mingles with mine, a pure wet heat, aiding the sensual friction of sealed bodies. Finally we come to a slow, rolling stop, our heads bowed on each other as our hands soothe, roaming over dampened, highly sensitized skin.
Sated, I take a deep breath. Perfect night.
“Can I call you later?”
“You better,” I say. His fingers dig into the plush cotton of my pie robe at the small of my back as his head comes down, and he kisses me on the lips. My hands go into his unbuttoned shirt, flat against his back. “I had a wonderful time last night. Thank you, for being so sweet and taking me out.”
“I need to thank you for giving me a chance. For entrusting me with a precious piece of you that can’t be taken, but only given.” He lightly kisses my lips again. “Thank you, Lacey.”
I don’t even have words right now. I bite the inside of my bottom lip to keep from saying something that’s way too soon to say. But the tender way he’s staring at me, and his words...phew. We’re standing in the middle of my bedroom after last night, and this morning is making me feel things about him again with an intensity I’m almost scared to acknowledge. It’s too soon. I need to be cautious with my heart, taking things slow because I want things I probably shouldn’t have any business wanting until his life is less complicated—and with one less wife.
“Hey, what’s that look for?”
“Nothing.” I clear my throat, showing him my smile. “You made my night and my morning brighter. The only thing that’s missing is breakfast in bed. Maybe next time.”
“About that—was I your first pancake?”
“Why are you referring to yourself as food?” I grin. “Are you hungry? I can whip up some quick pancakes?”
“Far from it. I’m satisfied in every way.” He nuzzles my neck, tickling me. “You haven’t heard of the pancake theory?”
I shake my head, clueless to what pancakes have to do with anything but breakfast, which I’m kind of starting to crave.
“The first pancake is the starter, a practice one. It’s never as good as the rest that come after. It’s the throwaway. I don’t want to be the throwaway pancake, Lace.”
“I may be a bit clueless, but I think I know what you’re saying, though I want to make sure.” I tilt my head back, taking his face in my hand then trailing over his skin at his sides. “If you’re asking if you’re the first person I’ve been with since you left? Then no. You aren’t the first pancake. But you are the best. I can’t and wouldn’t deny it.”
“I figured.” His lips curve in a grimace of a smile. “You had your shit more together than me. Hell, I’m a little disgusted with myself. You had to walk me through it like a fucking virgin. And I cried like a goddamn baby.”
I shake my head, chuckling then turn serious. “No shame. It was beautiful and sweet. It takes a real man to cry and show his heart.”
“Is that so?”
“Yes. You asked me if I dated, I said I did. It was the second guy. The first pancake, so to speak. Two years ago. We dated for six months.”
“Was he good to you?” His face evens out, expressionless. I can tell he doesn’t want to really know what went on in any detail.
“He was.” I see the steady rise of his chest and feel the lean muscles under my fingers relax.
“Good. All I ever want is for you to be happy.”
“I’m happy here with you.” I rock up kissing his cheek.
He brushes my hair back and grabs my hand, smiling. “I don’t want to hear about any other guys in your life. I’m hungry. We have thirty minutes for me to make your favorite. Black coffee, double whipped cream on top. Do you have a Bavarian cream donut lying around?”
“You remembered.” I’m equal parts pleased and surprised.
He pulls me into his arms, backing out my bedroom. “I remember everything about you. Even that sometimes you drool, but it’s cool, it’s cute on you.”
“Oh, shut up, you liar!” I squeal, arms around his neck, smiling from ear to ear. Until...fuck.
