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“That’s not what I was gonna say. You brought what looks like an overnight bag.”
“I did.”
“Do you want to set it down”—he paused between each word—“or do you want me to put it in the bedroom?”
“I thought we’d give Boss the antler to keep him busy while we go to the bedroom.”
She gave Boss the bone. John reached for her bag and took her hand. Once he closed the door behind them, she sang, “Nothing’s gonna stop us now.”
He laughed. “And I was being so good.” He set her bag on the floor, moved close, and ran a finger along her cheek and under her chin, careful to avoid her throat. “No matter how much I want this, if you need to stop, just say the word.”
“Okay.” And even though “Stop in the Name of Love” went through her mind, she was not about to sing and ruin the mood or stop them from getting started.
*Dear Reader,
I decided not to have sex on the page in this book. Oh, yes, it happens and is essential to Elizabeth and John’s story, but the specifics aren’t. However, I know many readers can take the heat and may feel cheatednotto see what happens. You can read the tastefully-steam scene that follows by downloading it at https://bookhip.com/LFWLHPF
I really do love this scene and hope you enjoy John rocking Elizabeth’s world. ??
ChapterFifty-Seven
I COULD NOT ASK FOR MORE – Sara Evans
John turnedfrom the stove to see Elizabeth leaning against the door jamb. With Boss around, the sensation of being watched while he cooked bacon, or any kind of meat, was nothing new. While he wanted to think last night created some special connection between him and Elizabeth, more likely a movement from Boss signaled him to her presence. “Good morning, gorgeous.”
“Good morning.”
“Come here.” He switched the tongs to his left hand and extended his arm. Holding her to his side, he kissed her tousled hair. “I see you helped yourself to one of my shirts.”
“I didn’t think you’d mind, and you weren’t wearing it.” She cast a smoldering smile up at him and trailed a finger down his bare chest.
He didn’t mind in the least. “It gets hot when I’m cooking.” And it was getting hotter with her here looking at him that way. He was getting harder by the second too.
After their successful initial experiment last night, she’d completely dressed before joining him while he cooked the steaks. Kind of a bummer, though she’d given him that sexy, disapproving teacher look and reminded him they were taking Boss for a walk. But she’d gotten naked again later. And so had he. Then she’d rockedhisworld.
After Boss woke him to go out this morning, it’d been so tempting to crawl back in bed. Though lying in bed, staring at her while she slept, could be seen as needy or creepy, and he hadn’t wanted to wake her when she probably needed more sleep. He’d decided fixing breakfast was a better idea, but her looking at him like this definitely had him wanting to take her back to bed.
“A steak dinner better than an upscale restaurant and now breakfast. You’re spoiling me.”
“It’s chipotle bacon.” He offered her a piece of the batch he’d already cooked.
“Yum. Cooked just how I like it.”
“Grilling meat and breakfast are my specialties—in the kitchen,” he added. “How do you like your eggs?”
“Are you sure those are your only specialties in the kitchen? Because I have to say that the way you’re wearing these sleep pants low on your hips is making me visualize a new scenario. Especially when there’s a drawstring.” She gave it a gentle tug.
“I thought you’d be hungry.”
“Eh.” She gave an adorable shrug. “Are you?”
“Boss and I each had a piece of bacon. Okay, two each, but there’s plenty for you.” He turned off the burner and moved the pan. “I’m ready and willing to continue as your test subject.”
Elizabeth walked him to his new kitchen table and turned a chair around. She laid a hand on his shoulder, indicating for him to sit. He licked his lips as she straddled him, lowering herself to his lap. She was quickly dispelling any notion that her past inhibited her when it came to sex.
“I have to be honest”—she draped her arms over his shoulders and ran her fingernails along his scalp with her heavenly touch—“I don’t like calling you my test subject. I’m trying to decide what’s better. Boyfriend doesn’t fit because you are one hundred percent man.”
He let out a gruff laugh. This was getting interesting.
