Page 69 of More Than Words
“Not even close,” he said, his voice rough with need.“I’ve been thinking about this from the moment you walked in the door.”
“Is that right?”My body thrummed with the promise held in his words as he slid his thick length inside me.“Then maybe you should show me exactly what you’ve been thinking about.”
“Oh, sweetheart.”He nipped the sensitive spot beneath my ear.“That’s exactly what I intend to do.”
He did.
And for the next little while, neither of us had much to say at all.
Ethan
I poured two cups of coffee, adding a splash of cream in one mug before turning back to the bacon sizzling on the stovetop.
Outside, the snow had stopped overnight, coating the yard on our little piece of property on the edge of town in a sparkling layer of fresh white stuff.Winter was well and truly here.A little earlier than normal, but I didn’t mind.
Because inside it was cozy and warm.
Even more so when a moment later, Delaney padded into the kitchen.“Good morning.”
I moved across the room to pull her in for a sleepy kiss and hand her a coffee.“Good morning to you, beautiful.I hope I didn’t wake you.”
“Are you kidding?Waking up to the smell of bacon and coffee is probably the best way to wake up on a Sunday.”Her smile was slow and a little shy.
“I can think of a few better ways,” I whispered gruffly in her ear, causing her to blush.
She swatted me away and looked down at the mug I’d handed her.“You know how I take my coffee?”
“Splash of cream,” I said easily.“Of course I do.”
She blinked at me and, for a moment, looked like she might say something more.Instead, she smiled and took a sip while I turned my attention back to breakfast duties.
“Scrambled or fried?”I asked, pulling the eggs from the fridge.“I was thinking cheesy scrambled.”
“That sounds perfect.”
While I worked, Delaney leaned up against the counter, sipping her coffee.She was wearing the same clothes as the night before, but her hair was pulled up in a sloppy bun, and she’d swapped her contacts for her glasses, giving her a very sexy librarian look that made it hard to concentrate on cooking.
“You’re humming,” Delaney said after a few minutes.
“I’m happy.”
“You hum when you’re happy?”
With the whisk in one hand, I turned to stroke her cheek and pull her in close.“It seems that I do.”I gave her a quick kiss.
“Ugh.It’s way too early for gross stuff.”
We pulled apart with a laugh as Quinn joined us in the kitchen.
Delaney held up her hands, but I couldn’t promise to keep my hands off her.Not after the night we’d shared in my bed.
“You may have to settle for a PG rating today.”
Quinn groaned again, but I didn’t miss the small smile that crossed her lips.
I handed her a glass of orange juice as she slid into her seat at the table.“Cheesy scrambled?”
“Is there another kind?”
