Page 62 of The One for Me
He wiggles his brows with a grin. “Most definitely.”
“I swear, you can turn any conversation dirty.”
“It’s a skill.”
“One you’ve honed well.”
“I’d like to hone something else.”
I roll my eyes and gently slap his chest. “We should get some rest.”
“Rest wasn’t what I had in mind.”
I sigh, thinking about how exhausted I was going to be tomorrow. For his birthday, we are going to celebrate in style. And by style, I mean I’m going to teach him about the cows. We’re bundling up at five AM and heading out to move the cattle to another pasture. His farmhands have done great with running things, but Sean needs to know enough to guide them.
“Yes, well, we are going to be riding for hours, moving the cows, and I need to make sure you understand why all of this matters.”
He laughs. “I don’t care.”
“And that’s the problem. You need to help your brothers with this. Connor has done great with repairing things, well, sort of fixing things, and making the farm nice for you and Jacob to sell, Declan has been funding most of it—”
“I did too!”
I sigh. “I said most of it. My point is, you have the task of the cows, and you have a little under four months to figure it out.”
I don’t let that number stick in my head. I force myself not to focus on the time we have left because he’s here now.
“Fine.” He pulls me just a bit tighter. “I need a drink of water. Are you hungry?” My stomach growls, and I drop my head to his chest. “I guess that answers that.”
Sean scoots out, and I clutch the covers to my chest as I watch his nearly perfect butt march out of the room without any modesty.
“Get chips!” I yell. “And cookies! Maybe some cake we brought back too!”
My head falls back to the pillow, and I sigh.
Is this all real? It has to be because there’s a very distinct ache in my lower extremities, and my skin has the tiny prickly feeling you only get after some really fantastic sex. And it was. There’s not a chance in hell my mind would be that vivid. I touch my lips, remembering the words he spoke, wishing I could memorize them.
He told me of my beauty, how he cared for me, how he wanted more and needed me.
After a few more seconds, I turn to see him standing in the doorway, leaning casually—buck naked—just watching me.
“What?” I ask, feeling self-conscious.
“You.”
“Me?”
He nods and then walks over. “You were thinking of us, weren’t you?”
The heat that fills my cheeks is enough to make me wonder if my face is on fire. “Why do you ask that?”
“Because you had this soft look in your eyes and you kept smiling.” Sean places the bowl down and then climbs on the bed, pulling the sheet off me. “You were thinking about us and what we shared, weren’t you?”
His eyes roam my body and I nod. “I was.”
“And you were happy.”
“I am.”
