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Chapter nine
The Best Valentine
Amelia
I’m standing in the kitchen in an oversized white sweater with pink hearts and deep gray leggings, sipping on a cup of tea. I showered this morning and my hair is up in a messy bun. I even put on some mascara and lip gloss. Besides Dani’s wedding, this is the sexiest I’ve felt since Emmie came along. Tonight is our Valentine’s date, and I wanted to feel comfy and cozy but still sexy. If anything, being dressed like this feels the most me. I like being cute and put together but not confined to business or fancy clothes.
Valentine’s Day fell midweek, so we decided to save our celebration for the weekend. We’re keeping it simple and staying in. Miles’s mom offered to watch Emmie for us, but neither of us are ready to let anyone else keep her overnight yet, and since she now sleeps like a rock from eight to twelve at night, we have a perfect four-hour date night.
Miles put chicken parm in the oven before going to put Emmie down, and there’s also gnocchi parmesan too, because we’re extra like that. Miles’s cooking abilities have drawn out my own, and I love being in the kitchen with him. Emmie was happily enjoying time in her playpen as we cooked.
The door to the bedroom softly clicks, and I look down the hall to see Miles walking toward me, baby monitor in hand. He smiles brightly when he sees me, then those eyes darken as he takes me in. I changed into this outfit while he was putting Emmie down—I’d already set it aside in the guest room.
“Damn, baby,” he rumbles, setting the monitor on the counter and wrapping his arms around me.
“You don’t look so bad yourself,” I say, running my hands under his dark gray Henley shirt and up his back.
“Yet, you’re already trying to undress me.”
I laugh, tossing my head back, and pull my hands away, running them up his chest on the outside of his shirt instead. “No. I just like touching you, feeling you. All your sexy muscles.”
He gives me a wolfish grin that says what he doesn’t need to. I’ve got a muscle for you to feel.
My heart flutters with excitement at that. I can’t wait to enjoy said muscle. We’re finally able to have sex again, but for the most part, we’ve only had quickies as we’ve eased back into it. Tonight, I have the guest room all set up for us so we can take our time. I’ve missed feeling his body over mine. The weight of him. The warmth of his skin.
Warning.
Horny mode engaged.
Miles cocks an eyebrow and smiles at me, then brushes his lips over mine. “Easy, gorgeous. We’ve got dinner to eat first.”
He steps back, then walks around the counter into the kitchen. I watch him go, insatiably hot for him. Dinner is the last thing I’m thinking about devouring right now.
“Mm. God, this is so good.” I groan as I take another bite of the salted caramel chocolate tart. It’s got a deliciously buttery crust, decadent chocolate filling, and swirls of caramel on the top with a sprinkling of sea salt.
Seriously, this man is the most fantastic cook I’ve ever met. Sometimes, I still think he must be an alien.
Miles finished his slice in about three bites—as he does with most food, but especially dessert. Now he’s sitting across from me, watching me eat.
I actually whimper as I take another bite. It’s so damn good.
Miles clears his throat and shifts in his chair.
I stop and stare at him for a moment. “Are you okay?”
He stops moving, eyes locked on me. “Yep,” he rasps.
Oh.
I set my fork down, abandoning the delicious dessert, because the dessert I’ve been craving is across the table from me. Standing, I walk over and sit down on his lap, straddling him and letting out a different kind of moan when I feel that firm muscle pushing against his jeans.
He sucks on my neck, dragging his hands under my sweater and along my waistband.
“You’ve got to stop with those noises or I’m going to fuck you right here on this table.”
Desire swells within me. I’m desperate for him. My bones ache with anticipation. I need his touch. Need him buried inside me.
“As fun as that sounds, how about you take me to bed instead?”
