Page 83 of Her Paramedic
“You can put those in the kitchen, baby,” Slate instructed before taking the suitcases into the bedroom.
When he returned to the open floor plan, he found Talia unpacking the bags. She pulled out a container of strawberries, and he could tell she recognized the container they were in and knew he’d picked them up from the farmer’s market they’d gone to last month.
“Strawberries?” she asked, holding them up.
Slate took them from her, pulling her into his chest. “You wouldn’t let me try them the way I wanted to last time. What better time to remedy that than this weekend?”
“You’re insatiable,” she responded.
“Never said I wasn’t.” He kissed her. “Why don’t we relax for a bit, and then we’ll have lunch at the lake.”
“Sounds like fun. What else are we doing today?”
“Dinner, dessert, each other.”
Talia shook her head at him with a fond smile. “Sounds like a perfect day.”
“I thought so.”
Slate helped her finish putting everything away, and he pulled her over to the couch, handing her the remote. He didn’t need to pick up the order he’d placed until one-thirty, so they had a couple of hours to kill.
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Talia leaned against Slate’s chest, enjoying the breeze off the lake. They’d enjoyed a lakeside picnic for lunch, and the weather was so nice she wasn’t ready to head back yet. She expected it to be rowdy or for there to be more people than there were. But she assumed most people ventured there on Saturday or Sunday, and there would likely be even more for the upcoming holiday.
“Are we going hiking tomorrow?” she asked.
“Tomorrow morning. Then we’ll head downtown later in the afternoon.”
Talia shifted, raising a brow at him when he didn’t continue. “What are we doing when we get there? And don’t say it’s a surprise because we’re here now.”
Slate chuckled. “Whatever you want to. There’s a go-kart track and different shops and restaurants.”
“Go-karts sound like fun. Are you going to cry when I beat you?” she teased.
“Mm…maybe.” He placed his lips to her ear. “But I’ll make you cry in a different way.”
Talia bit her lip briefly. “You can try.”
“Remember, you gave me permission later.”
She laughed, turning back towards the lake. She had trouble thinking when he was pleasuring her. They both knew she wouldn’t remember what she said, but he’d damn sure remind her.
They stayed at the lake for another hour before folding the blanket they’d brought with them and heading back to the cabin. When they arrived, Slate tossed the blanket onto the armchair and sat on the couch. Talia stretched out, laying her head in his lap.
“What time are we going to dinner?” she inquired.
“You can take a nap,” he responded, and she wasn’t surprised he knew what she was really asking.
Talia turned on her side, face pressed against his abdomen, breathing in the scent of his cologne, and allowing it to lull her to sleep.
Talia took herself in one last time before exiting the bathroom. Slate hadn’t told her where they were going for dinner, but she’d seen him pull out a pair of slacks and a black button-up. She’d only packed a couple of things to wear if they went out, and chose the one she thought best matched what he was wearing. She didn’t want to be over or underdressed.
She exited the bathroom and found Slate waiting for her on the couch. She took a moment to take him in. It didn’t matter that she got to look at him whenever she wanted to. Her man was fine, and she would always stop to enjoy the view. His sleeves were rolled to his elbows, and the top two buttons of his shirt were undone.
“You look gorgeous,” he complimented, standing.
“Thank you, babe. You look quite handsome yourself.”
