Page 383 of The Winslow Brothers

“Same.” He chuckles and reaches out to playfully tug on the belt of the white hotel robe that’s currently covering my body. “By the way, I ordered us a room service breakfast. Should be here in about twenty minutes.”

“If you tell me there are going to be waffles again, I will kiss you right now.”

For the past two mornings of our not-being-good week together, I’ve had the Carlyle’s room service waffles. And let me tell you, they are the best damn waffles that have ever existed. It’s as if they ship them in from Belgium every morning.

His responding smile is as wide as Texas, and he taps his mouth with one index finger. “Go ahead and pay up, Rach.”

“You’re my hero!” I cheer and stand up on my tippy-toes to softly plant my lips against his. “Thank you.”

“If that’s the response I’ll get every time I get you waffles for breakfast, I swear, I’ll keep you stocked in them for a lifetime,” he teases, but his words aren’t lost on me.

For a lifetime.As in, we’re going to be together for that long?

A little zing of something shoots inside my chest, and I have to clear my throat to quell the sensation. “So…uh…what’s on the agenda today?”

“Considering we’ve spent the past forty-eight hours holed up in this suite, fucking each other’s brains out, I figured we’d get out for a bit. Get some fresh air. Pretend to be New York tourists for the day.”

He’s not wrong. Ever since he checked us in to our room, it’s been a certified naked sex-fest. In the shower. On the bed. On the couch. On the kitchen island. We’ve christened just about every surface of this suite. So much so that I now walk around with a constant, delicious ache of a reminder that proves just how many times Ty has been inside me.

But even though I think his plan of spending the day in the city is absolutely grand, I can’t stop myself from toying with him a little.

“Wait…” I pause and feign a pout. “Are you saying you’re done fucking my brains out?”

“No.” A laugh jumps from his lips as he sets his mug down on the counter. “That’s not what I’m saying at all.”

“Are you sure?” I put a hand to my hip. “Because it really seemed like you were saying you’re done with all the hot fucking and you just want to do touristy stuff.”

“Oh, my sweet, clever Rachel,” he muses and steps toward me. A moment later, my coffee mug is out of my hands and set on the counter beside his. “I love how you love to challenge me. It’s like you can’t stop yourself from it.”

“Challenge you?” I ask with an innocent little tilt of my head. “I’m not challenging you.”

He smirks like the devil and lifts me up by the ass to set me down on the counter. “Oh yes, you are, but like I said, I fucking love it.”

“So…is this a change of plans?” I ask hopefully, and he smirks like his head is full of dirty, bad things that I’m certain I’d love to hear about.

“First, I’m going to eatmybreakfast,” he explains, pushing my legs apart and shoving my robe up my thighs until I’m completely bare from the waist down. “Then, room service should be here with your waffles.”

“And what’s your breakfast?”Please say me. Please say me.

“I love when you act all innocent, even though you and I both know that you’re silently hoping I’m going to put my mouth on you.” He slides one finger inside me, and it feels so good that my head falls back against the overhead cabinet door behind me. “That’s what you want, isn’t it, Rachel? You want to come on my tongue.”

Call it a coincidence, but that just so happens to beexactlywhat I want.

“Show me how much you want it,” he demands, and I can’t hide my truth.

Though, I don’t give him actual words. I only giveaction. I dig my teeth into my bottom lip, spread my thighs as far as they can go, and lift up my legs so that my heels dig into the counter beneath me.

He nods, surveying my exposed position. “That’s what I thought.”

And then he buries his face between my thighs and doesn’t come up for air until I’m doing exactly what he said—coming on his tongue. Just as he promised he would, he’s changed the way I look at early mornings forever.

Hot damn, what is this man doing to me?

Like he said,everything.

For the past three hours, we’ve engaged in all things touristy. Things I have honestly never done, even though I’ve lived in New York for most of my life.

After a stroll through Central Park, we headed to Times Square, where Ty made me take a million selfies with him while crowds of people got annoyed at us for standing in their way.

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