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Her mouth dropped open. “But I have to go … potty.”

He laughed and kissed her forehead before pulling his finger out. “Go on. When you’re done, come to the kitchen, and we’ll make breakfast.”

“Okay.”

She stood and started to walk away.

“And don’t put any other clothes on.”

She bit her lip and nodded. “Okay.”

After using the toilet, she washed her hands and face and brushed her teeth. The first glimpse she had of herself startled her. She had the same features she had the day before, but for some reason, she looked different, like she glowed.

She wasn’t going to question it at that moment. She had too much to think about and decisions to make. She just needed to get through the next few hours and be on her own again. She tried to find some enthusiasm about it, but all she felt was loneliness.

Chapter Eight

Jake watched her walk away before standing and walking into the kitchen. He washed his hands before opening the refrigerator and pulling out a carton of eggs. He cringed when his hard-on brushed against the cabinet. Fuck, he couldn’t remember being this hard before, and it sucked that he couldn’t do anything about it except give himself a hand job.

That would have to wait. He needed to feed her, and then they had to talk. He was guessing she still didn’t understand she was never leaving. If she really didn’t like it or him, he’d make sure she got a place and job. But the level of passion she’d shown told him all he needed to know about how she felt. If she didn’t already care for him, she wouldn’t have come to him the night before because he made her feel safe, and the fact that she gave him full access to her body sealed the deal.

He felt her before he saw her. The connection between them was already beyond anything he’d ever experienced. He’d watched two of his friends find their women, and although deep down he envied them, he hadn’t thought himself ready to settle down. He liked being able to choose whatever woman he wanted for the night. It wasn’t that he slept around, he just liked the freedom of being on his own.

“Um, is there anything I can help with?” she asked.

He turned to see her and felt his stomach clench in need. Every time he saw her, she seemed more beautiful to him.

“Sure. Do you want to grab the juice and glasses and take them to the table, and then you can help with the toast?”

“I can do that.”

He set two plates of scrambled eggs on the table and sat. He picked a piece of toast from the plate in the middle of the table, setting one on her plate and another on his.

“Is juice okay, Sweetheart?”

She nodded. “Thank you.”

He watched her take dainty little bites and wanted to smile. Everything about the woman was sweet and feminine, and he couldn’t have asked for a better sub for himself.

When she finished her meal, she drank the rest of the juice in her glass and then waited.

He stood and grabbed the plates. “Can you get the glasses and fork, please?”

She followed closely behind him and stood beside him to dry while he washed the dishes. When they were finished, he leaned against the cupboards, spread his legs, and brought her in-between them and against his body.

“There’s one thing I need from you right now.”

“Okay,” she said.

“I need a kiss.” He watched her blush, but she lifted her hands to his shoulders and tilted her head back.

Fuck. The first touch of their lips went right to his cock, which had just started to soften. He nipped at her lips, and when she gasped, he drove his tongue in, tasting and teaching her how he liked to kiss.

She was innocent as far as he was concerned but enthusiastic to please him, which made the kissing even hotter. Their tongues dueled together, and their bodies couldn’t get close enough. Her hands clutched at his shoulders and slid around his neck while he roamed over her body. They went over every inch of soft skin he could reach, pushing the shirt out of his way until she stood against him naked but for the cloth around her upper arms.

He knew if he didn’t stop this, he’d have her draped over the table and fucking her like he desperately wanted. He lifted his head and stared down at her.

“Jesus, woman. You take my breath.”

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