Page 72 of Spur of the Moment
“You’re just trying to find things to pick on me about because you can’t believe I did all this.” He grabbed the bowl of salad, dishing himself up a portion.
“Why would I need to do that? My list is already miles long.”
He pinned me with a glare, doing his best to hide his smile.
“But, in all seriousness, this is amazing, Bailey. Thank you.” He held the bowl out to me and I grabbed it from him, piling the summer salad on my plate.
“It was no biggie. I needed to do something with this thing anyway.” I dished up the rest of my plate as he did the same.
I hadn’t even known this structure was back here. “When’d you build it?”
He finished chewing his bite before speaking. “Couple years ago. Wanted to keep myself busy and figured this was the best way to do it.”
“On top of all the other things you do?”
He rolled his lips together as our eyes met, his gaze burning into my skin. “I’d love to add one more thing to that list.”
We held each other's gazes for a few silent seconds before I snapped my eyes away, focusing back on my food. He stared a few moments longer before taking another bite of steak.
“I wasn’t sure what to wear,” I said in a sad attempt to make conversation.
“You look beautiful, Lettie. You always do.”
I gave him a small smile before loading my fork with salad.
“Oh, I almost forgot.” He pulled something out of his back pocket, setting one on the table beside my plate, the other on his lap. “Napkins.”
“Let me guess, blue for huckleberry?” I laughed as I unfolded the napkin and laid it out across my thigh.
“No. Blue because they remind me of your eyes.”
My laugh immediately ceased and I froze with my hands on the napkin from where I was flattening out a crease. I was too scared to look up at him.
He was saying all these sweet things and being so fucking romantic, it made my heart want to jump out of my damn chest. This was a new side of Bailey I wasn’t used to. He’d do small gestures growing up, always silent with the way he cared about me, but now that he was voicing those feelings, my mind was having a hard time processing the fact that they were coming out of his mouth.
I refused to let my mind take over, though. I was done overthinking this. I wanted Bailey. Why was I so damn scared to give in to those feelings?
Looking up, I found him watching me, gauging my reaction. He was scared I would run again. I knew that. But I needed to reassure him somehow.
As much as my head wanted to talk me out of crossing that line again with Bailey, my heart wouldn’t let it. Neither would the heat building between my thighs at the way he stared at me.
Fuck it.
I stood from the table and walked over to him, lifting my leg to straddle his lap.
His hands naturally fell to my hips as he gazed up at me, an intense fire blazing in his eyes.
“I want this, Bailey.”
“I never thought I’d hear you say those words,” he said, and a second later, he crashed his mouth to mine, slipping his tongue past my lips. His fingers dug into my hips as I slid my hands up his chest to tangle them in his hair.
I moved my hips forward, feeling his dick straining against his jeans.
He lifted me with him as he stood, wrapping my legs around his waist. His mouth never left mine as he walked us up his porch and into his house. He kicked the slider door shut before setting me on the kitchen island.
His eyes scanned me, lowering until they landed on my shirt. “You know what would make this outfit look even better?” His voice was rough with need as he spoke.
“What?” I breathed.
