Page 22 of Whispering Waves

“Remind me to get it flowers.”

She chuckled and listened to the happy hum of her body as his lips gently caressed her skin.

She whispered, “Don’t you have to make dinner for five?”

He chuckled. “I do, but what would you rather be doing?”

She swallowed. “I am not going to mention it on the grounds that you might actually do it.”

He growled softly against her ear, and the waves moved rapidly on her back. She shivered. “Don’t do that.”

“Why not?” He growled again.

“I am sure I will think of a reason.”

He chuckled and growled again.

She shivered again. “Make dinner.”

“Bossy.”

“Assertive.”

He leaned back. “Give me a hand?”

She sighed and nodded. “Sure. Can I get dressed first?”

“Nope.” He leaned back and tapped her nose. “Come on.”

She sighed, and he took her hand, hauling her into a warm room with large freezers. He walked over to one of the freezers and pulled out a vacuum-sealed chunk of meat that had to weigh over eight pounds.

He grabbed another pack of something she couldn’t describe and a few other packs of different sides.

She looked at him. “What do you want me to do?”

He grinned. “Keep me company.”

“Oh. Okay.”

“Pick a dessert from the freezer next to you.”

She opened the freezer and blinked. An entire bakery case was in front of her, all frosted and silent. She grabbed a few things, and he laughed. “Okay, off to the kitchen.”

He put the vacuum-packed items into the sink, filled it up, and then winked while he put his hands in the water, and it started to move. The water began to churn, and Kimo kept his hands submerged until he felt something in the water. He lifted his hands and took the beef out. The sodden thud when it hit the counter indicated full thaw.

Kimo smiled as he got his armada of appliances up and running.

Nina watched and lined up the desserts on the counter.

When dinner was under way, she was bent over trying to decide which dessert to start with, and Kimo snaked his arm around her waist. “You have a sweet tooth?”

“Anytime I swim, I am ravenous. I don’t have heavy muscle. I lose heat pretty quickly.”

He pulled her upright against him and wrapped his arms around her midriff. “I do remember you commenting on my heat.”

She slowly reached up and locked her hands behind his neck. “It has a certain appeal.”

The soft purr that came from his chest ran through her body, and Nina mumbled, “So, how long until dinner?”

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