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“So fucking adorable,” Jake murmured under his breath. “Me too.”
She furrowed her brows. “You too what?”
“I keep replaying last night, like you are right now.”
Can he read my mind?
“No, I’m?—”
He cocked a brow, making her words skid to a halt.
“Those photos are beautiful,” she blurted in a futile attempt to divert attention from the fact she’d definitely been replaying last night, including reruns. “Where’d you get them?”
The look he gave her confirmed she sucked at diversions. “Jessa took them.”
“She did? Wow, she’s talented. Is it a hobby, or…?”
“She has her own photography business,” he said. “Specializes in pet photography, but those were a birthday present.”
“Pet photography? So, she takes pictures of?—”
“Yes,” he said, gripping her chin and turning her head away from the photos to face him. “Now, back to those replays.”
“Aren’t you eating?” she choked out.
He smiled knowingly, but didn’t press the issue. “Yep.” He handed her a fork, then picked up a second one from the tray and stabbed a strawberry. “Figured we could share.”
True, there was enough food to feed an army, but eating off of the same plate felt intimate, somehow. Like they were a couple and did this all the time.
Jake grinned and ate the strawberry.
She could get used to doing this all the time.
The scary question was, could he?
Laurel daintily cut off a piece of quiche. Jake loved cooking for others, but watching her enjoy his food gave him an odd sense of pride he didn’t usually experience. As caveman as it sounded, he liked providing for her.
He popped a halved grape into his mouth. He’d thought about bringing two plates of food, but had opted for one instead. He couldn’t explain it, but the idea of sharing…well… it felt right. With her.
God, I can get used to this.
Laurel wrapped her lips around her fork, moaning when she tasted the bite of spinach and cheese bliss. His groin tightened as he thought about something else he’d like to have her wrap those lips around.
They’d done a lot of things last night. Fucking amazing, definitely-doing-them-again things, but Laurel going down on him hadn’t been one of them. His gut had told him she wasn’t comfortable doing that, and he didn’t ask. In fact, he’d never asked a woman to give him head and never would. That should be her choice. Now, if one initiated it on her own, who was he to argue?
He’d always been demanding in the bedroom. He liked being in charge—he got off on it. But with Laurel, being in charge was tempered by wondering if she might take the lead. She was timid in bed, and he doubted she’d ever initiated. But then she’d straddled him on the couch last night and rubbed that sweet pussy of hers against him. That move had surprised him because it was so out of character for her, yet she’d still done it. She’d wanted him badly enough, she’d done it. That one little slide of her hips had humbled him… and fucking turned him on.
He was certain there was a sex kitten hiding inside her. A confident, femme fatale that some prick must’ve really done a number on. That’s all he could figure because even though she didn’t initiate, fuck, was she responsive. He’d led, and she’d followed. His little teacher was a great student, and he couldn’t wait to teach her more.
Laurel licked some crumbs off her pouty lips, and he was back to picturing them around his cock, sucking him off.
Fuck.
He had to stop thinking about that or he’d never let her leave the bedroom. He had things planned for today, so he needed a diversion in order to keep his hands off her, otherwise he’d?—
“Did you fold our clothes?” he asked, catching sight of the neat pile of clothing on the nightstand. She’d even folded his socks.
Laurel immediately took a bite of bacon, then motioned that she couldn’t talk because her mouth was full.
