Page 47 of Robert

The scent of a masculinity was potent and reminded her that she had never lived with a man. Picking up his razor, she stared at it for a moment, before placing it inside the case and zipping it up.

He had brought in his luggage at some point last night or early this morning while she was sleeping.

She had been dead to the world, and it was no surprise. They had not gone to sleep until the early hours of the morning.

Taking a quick shower, she dressed in leggings and a thick caramel colored sweater. Scooping her hair back into a loose knot, she slid into fleece lined mules and went downstairs to find him.

He was standing by the window, looking out and her first sight of him had her throat going lumpy and her body heating up. Hewas wearing baggy sweatpants and the slate gray sweater was stretched across his impressive shoulders.

A shiver went through her as she continued to stare at the impressive figure and remembered what he looked like naked. She had spent time admiring his body. The nicks and scars on different parts only gave him added character. Robert Faulkner was no wimpy washed-out excuse for a man.

He was all male and was tough and no doubt dangerous.

And she was married to him.

He turned just then as if just sensing her presence and the look in those hooded hazel eyes had her throat going tight.

“I helped myself to coffee.” He inclined his head to the coffee pot. “There is enough for two.”

“Thanks.” She had to clear her throat. “You don’t eat breakfast.”

“Not usually, no.” his eyes tracked her progress to the counter and watched as she poured coffee. “I was thinking we could go out for breakfast. It’s a fine morning for a ride.”

Taking her cup over to the counter, she sat and stared at him quizzically. “Don’t you have to go to the office? You are just coming from a business trip, and you haven’t been home.”

He wanted to tell her that anywhere she happens to be – was home for him.

“I already sent in my reports, and it just so happens that I am the boss.” A smile ghosted his stern lips as he came over to sit across from her. “You flooded the coffee with cream.”

She glanced at his cup. “I cannot drink it black.”

“You don’t know what you’re missing.” He reached out a hand to tuck a loose strand of hair away. “How are you?” He asked a little anxiously. He had been like a starving child, one who had been presented with a feast after months of deprivation.

He had left marks on her body, practically gobbled her up. He could not get enough of her. Before she came in, he had been thinking about her, wondering if it would be too much to slide back into bed and wake her with his mouth on her flesh.

“I am fine.” She smiled at him. “Wrung out in the most wonderful way. Living with a man is going to be very interesting. Have you ever done it? Live with a woman?”

“No. Never.” He sipped coffee and contemplated taking off her sweater and suckling at her sweet nipples. “It’s going to be quite an experience for both of us.”

She put her cup down and frowned slightly.

“Problems?”

“Are you sure this is what you want?”

He managed to keep his expression neutral. “I could get used to it.”

She traced the edge of her cup with a long, elegant finger. “I don’t know how to be a wife. I am accustomed to living alone and I have grown to like it.” She stared at him earnestly. “We are going to get on each other’s nerves…”

She jumped slightly when he placed one large, tanned hand over hers. “We will deal with it one step at a time. Let us not go borrowing trouble. I have been living on my own since I was eighteen and have become accustomed to it as well. We will adjust.”

She tilted her head to the side and studied his face. “Will we now? And you are qualified to give that assurance because…?”

“I like you.” He smiled inwardly at the inadequacy and the half-truth of that statement. “We like talking to each other.”

“And the sex is….?” She took a deep breath and struggled to find the right word for what was in her estimation, something other worldly. There was no way to fully describe how he made her feel.

“Satisfactory?” His thick dark brown brows lifted teasingly. “Better than that?”

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