Page 81 of Unstoppable Love

“Sunshine, we need to get up.”

“We don’t have to do anything,” she grumbled and burrowed into me, squeezing her body against me.

“All right, well, then I need you to untangle your limbs from me so I can get up.”

“I’m not—” Her body jolted, head moved, and then she tilted her head back as far as it could go. Not enough to meet my eyes—which would have been amused as hell if she’d been able to see them—and then “Oh. Crap. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to. I’ve never…”

I never wanted to hear what she’d never done before. “Not complaining, sweetheart, but I need to move, and I want to know what you want for breakfast.”

“More sleep.”

Isaiah and Ava had definitely not inherited their father’s early bird gets the worm attitude to living. It was eight, and even for me that was late, but it certainly wasn’t early.

I chuckled and gently shifted her body. She moved enough for me to slide out and grab the boxers I’d left on the floor the night before.

“And maybe some bacon?”

Her eyes were now open, cheeks flushed. Her gaze stuck on what I quickly hid beneath my boxers and then slowly traveled further north. The way she looked at me made me feel like a man. Weird thing, sure. But Ava’s appreciation of me made me feel like I could do anything. Conquer new lands. Tackle a bear and survive. Hunt something larger than a deer and come home a winner. All that manly testosterone stuff.

I clenched my abs and made my pecs jump to tease her.

She humphed and fluffed the pillow beneath her. “You’re too happy in the morning.”

“And you’re adorable when you wake up grumpy.” I pressed my hands to the bed on either side of her and kissed her forehead. “I need to use the bathroom and then I’m going to cook some breakfast. Figure there’s gotta be things in your fridge I can use, but if not, I’ll run to Haven’s Market for it. You want to join me? Or sleep some more?”

“I only have eggs,” she groaned and rolled to her back, stretching. “And I need to get up, so I’ll go with, but give me a bit to get ready?”

I gave her another kiss. “I’ll go use your other bathroom. Take your time. Do you have coffee?”

She yawned behind her hand, nodding against the pillow.

All that blonde hair was a frazzled mess. Someday soon, I’d need her to come spend a weekend with me so I could have it all over my bed and the visual reminders long after she was gone. “Corner cupboard above the Keurig. And there are toothbrushes in the drawer in that bathroom.”

“Stocking up for me already? How sweet.”

She snorted and pushed herself to sit, grinning with a sleepy smile and blinking eyes. She was beautiful all the time. Always had been. But the vulnerability on her when she was waking up with smeared makeup and messy hair and still giving me sass and not worried about her appearance?

That was sexier than anything I’d ever seen.

“The toothbrushes are for Lydia if she’s ever here and can’t drive home. Or any other guests I have.”

“And those better all be other women in town or Isaiah.”

She shrugged, and damn if it didn’t feel like she was trying to goad me into reminding her who she now belonged to.

As much as I wanted to, I didn’t need her in pain when I took her later.

“Get ready,” I told her and stepped away from the bed. “And wash your face. You look like a raccoon.”

She gasped and jumped out of the bed. I was in the hallway when I heard, “You’re a pain in my ass, Cameron Kelley!”

Well… now there was a fun idea…

“We don’t need all this,” Ava grumbled as I threw another package of chicken breasts into the cart.

“We going out to eat this weekend?”

She clamped her mouth shut.

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