Chapter 30
Light seeps in through my window, pulling me from a dream at an extremely slow, sluggish pace.
I feel happy. Why do I feel happy?
Oh, right. The aching between my legs serves as a reminder.
Him.
My stomach lightens, seeming to float, at the thought of last night. How good he was. I’ve never had anything like it.
Then I notice the emptiness beside me, and my heart drops.
Did he leave?
I sit up, feeling that soreness between my thighs even more. I smile as I get up, throw on some pants, brush my teeth extremely fast, and emerge from my bedroom. He wouldn’t have left. Somehow, I know that to be true.
Right on cue, I hear a sizzle from the kitchen, and the signature smell of breakfast hits my nose.
“Good morning,” I say, smiling as I lay my eyes on the back of him. He’s in his briefs and T-shirt, working multiple frying pans.
He turns and gives me the most heartbreakingly beautiful smile.
Jameson standing against his motorcycle in his signature style was a good sight, but this? With his messy hair and genuinely happy smile, knowing it was me he stayed up late into the night with worshipping, the cause of those sleepy eyes? It’s my favorite look yet.
“Morning,” he says. His eyes darken and a ravenous look replaces his smile. “Do you have to leave anytime soon?”
“No. Not for a bit.”
I watch him as he turns both stoves off and crosses the room in three long strides, picking me up and drinking me in like I’m his morning tea—the only thing he wants first thing when he wakes.
He pulls his head back for a moment, silently searching my face for an answer with his eyes. I nod and pull his jaw to me, grinding against his hips.
He carries me back to the bedroom.
“What about the breakfast?” I ask against his mouth.
“I’d rather have you,” he says in a low tone.
Then he throws me down onto the bed and climbs on top of me.