Page 30 of Rockstar Daddy's Second Chance

My hands reach down and cover her abdomen with a broad hand. I wait for the resentment to take hold, and I’m relieved when all I feel is curiosity. “Is that why I was so irresistible those last few weeks?”

“Yes,” she replies, sounding almost shy.

We stay like that for a few minutes, listening to the pounding of the surf in the background and the beating of our hearts, until I feel goosebumps on her arms.

“Let’s go back to bed,” I whisper, feeling her nod. She gracefully stands, and we walk together into the house, up the stairs, and back to my bedroom.

When I wake again, it’s to Kendrick’s warm, soft body pressed close against mine. A smile of masculine satisfaction tugs at my lips as I tighten my arm around her waist. My eyes remain closed as I take in the light scent of her floral shampoo, breathing deeply.

When I next open my eyes, there’s dim light filtering in through the windows, and Kendrick and I are tangled up in the sheets.

“Good morning,” I state huskily, my eyes searching her face for any regrets. I grin when I spot her sleepy smile.

“Morning,” she yawns back, a slender hand covering her mouth.

Feeling good, I pull Kendrick out of bed and into the shower. It’s later—much later, when we step out of the bathroom, both of us with pruned skin.

Stepping into a pair of board shorts, I make my way to the kitchen. Kendrick’s wearing an old T-shirt, the hem brushing her thighs, making her legs look impossibly long.

I narrow my eyes and arch a brow. “Is that one of my T-shirts?” I demand.

She gives me an innocent smile. “This old thing? Why I’ve had this for years.”

“Uh-huh, I went to that concert, and you didn’t. That’s my T-shirt. I can’t believe you claimed it as yours,” I pretend to huff.

“Are you saying you want it back?” she asks, raising her chin.

I pretend to think it over. “I’m considering it,” I tell her with a sexy grin. “What color panties are you wearing?”

A pretty pink flush sweeps over her face, and she turns toward the stove, ignoring my question. “I think I’ll fix scrambled eggs and cheese.”

We work together, and it feels like old times. Me, making advances and sexual innuendos, and Kendrick acting like she doesn’t know the hidden meanings. A sudden feeling of déjà vu comes over me, and I grin because it feels so good to be here with Kendrick, doing something so mundane as preparing breakfast.

When she reaches up to get a bowl, I say in a husky voice. “Purple.” She blinks, and her blush deepens. “Purple always was your favorite color.”

My hands wrap around her waist, and I pull her closer. I give her a quick kiss, which is more playful than sensual. She leans back, at ease, in my arms.

“And what about your favorite color? I remember you always said you didn’t have one.”

“That hasn’t changed,” I say with a nod. “I like all colors, depending on the shade.” I lean down and kiss her forehead. “Right now, I’m very fond of purple.”

Kendrick starts to laugh as she lightly pulls out of my arms to tend to the food. As I set out plates on the counter, I hear the hot sizzle of bacon hitting the skillet. Soon, the tantalizing smell fills the air, and my stomach rumbles. Loudly.

A light chuckle spills from Kendrick’s lips. “And you always have an appetite. Breakfast is ready.” She fills the plates at the stove and sets mine in front of me. “Let’s eat.”

As I dig in, I’m surprised at how normal everything feels. It gives me hope for the future. A future with–stop! I don’t want to let outside forces intrude on this time with Kendrick. I’m just going to enjoy it.

Fifteen

Kendrick

The last few days with Cass have felt blissfully surreal, like stepping back in time. Just the two of us, as if no years—or hurt—has passed. I smile. It was like we had an unspoken agreement just to enjoy each other and not think about the future.

Cassidy is due back today, and while we’ve missed her, it feels bittersweet to know our romantic interlude will be over. I’m not even sure how Cass and I should act around her. We haven’t discussed anything, as we didn’t want to burst the fragile bubble that has surrounded us since we allowed our desires full rein.

I can’t contain the huge grin that spreads over my face as I think about the last few days and nights and how satisfying they have been. Over the years, I mostly didn’t date. But I missed being in a relationship, and not just the sex. I missed the intimacy of beingwith a man… and not any man–Cass. I missed being with Cass, the only man I’ve ever loved.

Glancing at the clock, I realize Cassidy and Emily should be arriving anytime now. My phone buzzes, and it’s a text from Cassidy,‘We’re here!’followed by a smiling emoji.

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