Page 42 of Can’t Fight This Feeling

Once Rob heads into the kitchen, I clean up in the bathroom and pull on a silk robe.

There’s something so sexy about a man in an apron. Rob’s donned my blue apron and has bacon sizzling in a skillet. He adds a little cream to the eggs before whisking.

“Smells delicious.” I rest my cheek against his shoulder.

He kisses my forehead. “Grab a plate for the bacon.”

I hold the plate as he places the bacon on it and drains some of the grease. When he pours the eggs into the skillet, I can’t help but admire his fluid movements and his gracefulness in the kitchen.

Curiosity overwhelms me. “Do you like to cook?”

“I don’t mind it.” He smiles and it softens his features. “Don’t really have a choice. I have to eat.”

“Bachelor life can be rough.”

He nods. “It’s more fun to have someone to cook for.”

I lean against the counter beside him. “Why didn’t you ever marry?”

Rob’s gaze fixes on me, honesty reflected in his handsome face. “Thought that would be obvious now.”

My face warms when the realization hits me. “Marriage isn’t all it’s cracked up to be.”

“With the wrong person, I agree. But with the right person...” He shrugs his shoulders, leaving the implication hanging in the air.

“Rob...”

“It’s okay, Marcy. I understand.” He pushes the egg around in the pan as it cooks. “You mind setting the table? Coffee should be ready.”

Regret settles in the pit of my stomach. This wasn’t how I wanted our morning to go. I have so many things I want to say, questions I want to ask, but suddenly, my brain doesn’t want to cooperate. I set the table in silence and pour some coffee.

Rob puts the eggs on our plates and returns the skillet to the stovetop. I fidget with my fork until he joins me. Sitting at my small dining table like this seems even more intimate than the multiple rounds of sex we just enjoyed.

Breakfast in silence. I’m used to it when I’m alone, but with Rob’s larger-than-life presence across from me, I can’t focus on anything but him.

“Arthur and Kate will be home in a few days. I’m sure you’re excited to see them.” Rob sips his coffee.

“I am.” I push the eggs around on my plate and take a halfhearted bite. “What do we tell them?”

“About us?” Rob arches his brow.

“Yeah.”

“What do you want to tell them?”

“I don’t know.” I finish the last bite on my plate and shove it away.

“We don’t have to tell them anything if you don’t want to. Not until you’re ready.” Rob reaches across the table and takes my hand. “But I guarantee your brother will figure it out. He’s not an idiot. He has eyes.”

“Can we just enjoy the day together? Please? I don’t want to worry about my brother or Kate or anything else.” I drop my gaze to the table.

We should talk about us. What are we now? I can’t bring myself to broach the topic knowing it’ll make this all too real. If it’s real, then it can end, and I can’t handle that right now.

“Whatever you need, sweetheart.”

Rob gives my hand one last squeeze before collecting the dishes and carrying them to the kitchen. We work as a team to clean up, and he wraps his arms around me when I finish the last dish.

His lips reignite that heat when he presses them to my neck. The hard press of his cock against my ass makes me wiggle my hips. He growls in response and tightens his grip on my waist.

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