Page 145 of Ever With Me

As she recovered in his arms, she practically purred and stretched. “I’m never leaving this room again.”

He smiled and kissed her forehead. “It was good for you, then?”

“Good doesn’t even begin to describe it. Much better than the dinner I?—”

She sat bolt upright.

Shit.

Taking the sheet, she ran from the bedroom to the kitchen. The burned smell reached her before she reached it.

“Dammit,” she cried, flying over to the oven. She threw the door open and found her pot roast smoking.

Using potholders, she pulled it out and carried it over to the stovetop, where she banged it down against the grates.

“Is it ruined?” Brooks asked, coming into the kitchen. He’d pulled on a pair of gym pants but remained shirtless.

Why does he look so amazing, no matter what he’s wearing?

Men liked to talk about women’s beauty using terms like “natural” while referring to women with ridiculously expensive hairstyles and precise makeup.

Brooks, on the other hand, was naturally, ridiculously beautiful. Maybe not effortlessly—she was certain those muscles took a lot of work—but still.

“Huh?”

He caught her staring and grinned. “Dinner? Is it ruined?”

She gave a sheepish nod as she lifted the lid. The roast was black. “Yeah, I’m afraid so. Damn you and your hot sex. I hope you’re satisfied.”

He came up behind her and set his arms around her waist, then lowered his chin onto her shoulder, glancing over it toward the pot. “Iamsatisfied. But still hungry.”

She gave him an incredulous look. “For sex?”

“For dinner, Miss One-Track-Mind.”

“I can’t help it. My boyfriend just told me he loves me, so I’m kind of on cloud nine.”

“We might save some from the middle of the roast if we cut off the edges. Make street tacos out of it.”

“Explain.”

He whistled softly as he went over to the knife block, then pulled a chef’s knife out. “Get a cutting board, then a head of cabbage out of the fridge.”

Maddie raised a brow. “You havecabbage?”

He shrugged. “I eat a lot of tacos. They’re the perfect food.”

Hewouldsay that.

“You really are the perfect man, you know.” Smoothing the sheet over her front, she was distinctly aware that she was still buck naked. “How about I go clean myself up and get dressed? Be back in fifteen minutes?”

“I’m beginning to think this was a trap to get me to satisfy your sexual fantasies and then make you dinner.” He winked at her. “But I’m happy to oblige.”

She almost skipped back to the bedroom.

Pausing for a moment, she reflected on the fact that she’d never felt that happy with Josh.Or with anyone else.In some sense, she could be thankful Josh dumped her as she never would have had this had they still been dating.

Huh.And Naomi was right. Josh had never deserved her.

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