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I flash back to the first time I found her cooking in my kitchen—You should warn people before you sneak up behind them—and bite back a smile. “You weren’t in bed.”
“I came down to cook.”
“You didn’t ask.” The words are gruff, and I expect her to offer up a snappy response about how being my wife doesn’t make her my property, but instead, she laughs.
“You are grouchy first thing in the morning. Noted.” Eve smiles and then turns back to the stove. “I thought we both deserved some nourishment after last night.”
Something swells in my chest knowing last night was exceptional for her, too. “You mean that wasn’t a normal sexual encounter for you?”
She looks back over her shoulder, one eyebrow raised. “Was it normal for you?”
Not even close. I shrug. “Relatively normal.”
“Good to know I’m one of the many,” she says, flipping the bacon in the skillet and then sliding over to stand with her back against the countertop, arms crossed. Her eyes are narrowed at me like she is angry, but her lips are threatening to curve up at the corners.
“One ofmanymany,” I emphasize, walking towards her, unable to stop myself.
She narrows her eyes further. “You should know it wasn’t special for me, either.”
I wrap a hand around her waist and draw her hips to mine. “Oh, it wasn’t?”
She looks down at the floor and shakes her head. “Not at all.”
“It sure seemed special,” I say, gripping her chin and lifting her face to mine. I lower my voice. “Like, when you pleaded with me to keep going and clawed my back as you trembled.”
A shiver works down her spine, and even though she is trying to be upset with me, her back arches and her chest brushes against my bare skin.
“And when you screamed my name,” I whisper, leaning forward so my lips are pressed to her ear. “That seemed special.”
“I scream a lot of guys’ names,” she says, her voice shaking. Her hand comes up to rest on my body, her palm warm against my ribs.
“Do you wake a lot of guys up after they’ve fallen asleep to tell them you need them one more time?” I ask, pressing my hardness against her belly.
Eve’s hand slides up my body, across my chest, and around my neck. She doesn’t answer, but her fingers pull me towards her, and I know I’ve won. When our lips touch, I plan for it to be a simple kiss, but it quickly grows into more. She rolls her body against me, her hands clawing at me until I pick her up and set her on the counter so she can wrap her legs around my waist. My stomach is growling, and I feel faint, but I’m not sure if it is from hunger or her. I’ve never been so consumed by someone before.
She kisses a line from my mouth to my ear, and then her lips wrap around my earlobe, and I moan, dropping all pretenses that she isn’t responsible for the most incredible sex I’ve ever had. My hand slides up her thigh towards her panties, and she squirms away from me, laughing into my neck.
“I have to finish cooking.”
“Who needs food?” I whisper, walking my fingers across the soft strip of skin just above her waistband. She opens her mouth to argue, but I kiss her, tipping her head back. Her protestations turn to soft sighs, and then her hand is working under the elastic of my pants and wrapping around my length. We are a moaning, rolling mess.
“Burning,” she moans against my mouth, her hand stroking me.
I let my head tip back and nod. “Yeah. This is so hot.”
She strokes me again and then pokes my chest with her other hand. “No, breakfast is burning.”
I open my eyes, and I’m looking at her through a haze of smoke. I turn to the stove and the bacon is blacker than it should be, but it isn’t inedible. I turn the burners off and immediately turn back to kiss her neck. “We’ll let it cool down before we eat.”
She tips her head to the side, giving me better access. “I need to take it out of the pan if we want it to stop smoking. And the eggs are burning, too.”
“They can wait two minutes,” I groan.
“Two minutes?” She pulls back, eyes wide. “What about me?”
I nip her neck between my teeth. “I was including you in the estimate.”
She slides her hand out of my pants, leaving me unsatisfied, and pats me on the chest. “Someone sure is confident.”
