Page 133 of Ship Outta Luck

She slaps my back lightly, and I feel her laugh before I hear it. “Don’t get cocky.”

I grin into her hair. “I already did.”

“Mmmm.” She writhes a little, enough that it gets my full attention… until her stomach grumbles.

“I need to feed you.” It doesn’t bother me. As much as I like lying here with her, being silly and cuddling, I want to take care of her.

I want that privilege, too.

“What, are you going to like, spoon food into my mouth? Order for me?”

Feisty, even now. I love it. “Is that what you want?”

She makes a small noise of disgust. “No. What I want is a massive steak. Medium rare. And a baked potato. With everything on it. Extra cheese. And a Caesar salad. Maybe a glass of red wine.”

“How about a bottle? Some bread and butter?”

“Oh, you know the way to a woman’s heart.” She flutters her eyelashes playfully, but I nearly stop breathing. This is exactly what I want.

More than just this night, this perfect moment.

I want her heart.

“Butter. Noted. The way to June’s heart, butter and bread.” I frown at her. “Kinda kinky. Maybe not the best toy?—”

“Shut up, Dean,” she squeals, slapping at my arm playfully. “That’s not what I meant.”

“I know, princess.” I plant a kiss on her smiling mouth.

God, she’s irresistible.

I sit up and grab the sleek plastic phone. I’ll order all she wants and more.

I close my eyes.

I’d give her the world.

CHAPTER

THIRTY-NINE

JUNE

I roll to my side,luxuriating in the heaviness of my sated body, the soft, warm swaddle of sheets around me. Dean’s voice, still so gravelly and sexy, is made even more so as he repeats my order perfectly.

My cheek rests on the inside of my arm, and a faint bruise purples the inside of my elbow compliments of the IV.

I must be out of my mind.

It’s not just lust with Dean. This thing between us is already more than chemistry.

Must be theSpeedrule.

We survived together. We’re bonded. I know him better than I’ve known most of my former boyfriends.

Heck, maybe even most of my friends.

Biting the inside of my cheek, my chest heaves on a lengthy sigh. Shouldn’t I be freaking out?

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