Page 36 of Moore to Love

“Maybe a little.” I pressed my thighs together and confessed, “I’m definitely going to feel you whenever I move today.”

He brushed a kiss against my temple. “Shit, I’m sorry, baby.”

“You told me what you were going to do, and I was an eager participant,” I reminded him.

“Yeah, but I hate the idea of you being in pain.”

“I wouldn’t call it pain, just an acute awareness of exactly where you’ve been,” I corrected.

“When you put it like that, I’ll try not to feel guilty.” He slid off the mattress and padded toward the en suite bathroom. “But first, I’m going to run you a nice, hot bath. It’ll help ease your sore muscles.”

“That sounds wonderful,” I readily agreed.

Bending low to peck my lips, he instructed, “Give me a minute to get everything ready.”

I watched his butt clench as he strode into the bathroom, and then I pulled a pillow over my face to muffle my girlish squeal. I didn’t care if I was a twenty-eight-year-old mother of two. If an occasion ever called for a reaction like that, it was this one. My night with Finn had exceeded my wildest expectations, and I’d done a lot of fantasizing about him since we’d met, so that was saying a lot.

He padded back into the room and tugged on a pair of boxer briefs before coming back over and stretching a hand out to me. “C’mon, baby.”

Before Finn had worshipped my body, I would’ve tried to use the sheet to cover up before I stood. But any doubts I might have had about how much he enjoyed my curves hadn't survived under all of the kissing, licking, and sucking that he’d done to just about every inch of my skin. So I slid my palm against his and let him help me out of bed.

Spotting the bottle of bubble bath on the edge of the tub in the same scent as my shampoo and conditioner, I let out a happy sigh. “You’re going to spoil me.”

“I don’t see the problem.”

After I climbed into the hot, sudsy water, I smiled up at him. “You wouldn’t, but I want to make sure you know that I appreciate every thing you do for me.”

“Of course, I do, baby.” He crouched down so we were at eye level. “You’ve never hesitated to express your gratitude, even over things that are so small, no verbal thanks are needed.”

“Maybe words of affirmation are my love language,” I murmured, hinting at my feelings for him since that four-letter word held new meaning for me now that I’d fallen hard for Finn.

“Well, keep them coming if that makes you happy.” He stood and flashed me a smile. “But just know that I’m good with physical affection as a form of gratitude if you’d prefer to give me kisses instead.”

“I’ll definitely keep that in mind.”

I laughed as he winked at me and turned to leave the room. Then I enjoyed the simple pleasure of an unhurried bubble bath, something I hadn’t experienced in far too long. Only the scent of bacon that drifted upstairs about half an hour later was enough to pull me from the tub.

Stepping out, I moaned when I wrapped an oversized towel around my body and found it still slightly warm. Lifting the fluffy material to my nose, I breathed in the scent of fabric softener and realized that when Finn had returned to hang it on the rod next to the tub, he’d gotten it straight from the dryer. I wasn’t sure what I’d done to deserve a man like him, but I thanked my lucky stars that he was in my life. And vowed to do whatever I could to make him as happy as he made me.

Tossing on one of his T-shirts and a pair of sweatpants—that I had to roll three times at the waist so they didn’t slide down to my knees—I followed the delicious scent down to the kitchen. Finn was dressed in a pair of sweatpants that were an exact match to the ones I’d put on, but they looked a heck of a lot better on him.

At least, that was what I thought until he glanced over his shoulder, and his heated gaze swept down my body. “Damn, I really like the look of you in my clothes.”

“They’re more than a little big on me, but I figured this was better than my dress since it’s in a wrinkled pile on your floor.”

“Shit, I should’ve tossed it in the dryer for you.”

“That was a nice touch with the towel.” I took the tongs out of his hand and bumped him out of the way. “But what you should’ve done is put on a shirt before you splatter your gorgeous chest with bacon grease.”

“You like my chest?” he murmured, wrapping his arms around my waist and tugging my back against him to nuzzle my neck.

I tilted my head to the side to give him better access. “It should be obvious after last night that I more than like all of you.”

“Was that what all the moaning was about?” he teased, nipping my shoulder before heading over to the toaster to butter the bread that just popped up.

“That and all the clever things you can do with your mouth and fingers.”

He winked at me over his shoulder. “Don’t forget my cock.”

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