Page 68 of Small Town Firsts
Her full lips twitched and her eyes glowed in the dim light. She scraped her nails over my T-shirt to my buckle, then cupped the front of my jeans. “First of all, you need a shower.” She frowned. “Why do you smell like chicken?”
I grinned. “Greasy fried chicken.”
“Oh, that’s where you went. I wondered why you didn’t head toward your house.”
“Wondering about me?” I managed to bite back a growl as she squeezed my shaft, waking him up.
“Maybe.”
“I brought you some. Figured you didn’t get yourself anything for lunch.”
Her face softened, even as her eyes narrowed. “More buttering up?”
“I call it being thoughtful.”
She snorted. “Uh-huh.”
I had a feeling not many people thought about Kira and I tucked that in the back of my brain for future ruminating. “Probably need to reheat it, but I left a bag on the bar for you.”
She squeezed a little tighter. “I’d thank you properly if I had time.”
“For that, I’ll bring you lunch daily.”
Her lips curved this time. “Who’s visiting?”
“Guy from my almost college days.”
“Sounds like a story.” She snuck under the hem of my shirt to brush the pads of her fingers over my belly and around to my lower back. “That case on the floor says you’re probably going to get into trouble.”
“Maybe.”
She shook her head. “Well, have fun. Don’t get arrested.”
“I stopped getting in that kind of trouble years ago.”
“More stories?”
I tipped my forehead against hers. “I want to tell you all of them. And maybe you’ll tell me some of yours.”
The fun slipped out of her eyes. “Maybe.” She cleared her throat as she stepped back. “I have a ton of paperwork to deal with tonight anyway.”
I slapped a hand on my chest. “Arrow hit.”
“You can’t help with paperwork. Somehow I don’t think that’s your strength.”
“Not my favorite, but I’m there if you need help.”
“Tomorrow is soon enough. We’re interviewing the chefs tomorrow. Still want in on that?”
“Definitely. Once we figure out who we agree on, I’ll know better what kind of pairings I can do. Test out some ciders.”
“All right then. Interviews start at nine.” She nodded to my stash. “I’ll put the case and bottles on your tab.”
Of course she would. “I’ll be here.” I dropped a kiss on her distractible mouth. “I’ll miss waking with you tomorrow, Sunshine.”
“What if I said I like having my bed to myself?”
“I’d say that’s a lie.” I palmed her ass through her dress, dragging her closer. Letting her feel how hard I was still. “You liked waking up to me sliding inside you.” I scraped my teeth over her lower lip. “And I could get used to hearing you sigh my name while you’re all sleepy.”
