Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 90736 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 454(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90736 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 454(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
Maybe it’ll soothe my nerves.
Behind me, Andy tugs the fridge open, leaning down and staring inside.
With a nervous flutter in my stomach and a mug in my hand, I lean against the countertop, stealing glances at Andy as he rummages through the fridge, humming as he does it.
“There probably isn’t much—I’ve been too lazy to go grocery shopping,” I explain. “Maybe that’s something we can do later. Together.”
He pushes aside a carton of eggs to reach the back of the shelf.
My stomach rumbles impatiently, reminding me that it has been hours since I ate. Andy showing up at my door unannounced put a wrench in whatever plans I had to cook chicken, so sustenance is in order.
Sex always makes me hungry.
“Any preferences?” I ask, flashing him a sheepish grin. “Given what little I have? I can make us breakfast for dinner?”
He nods. “Sure. I trust your culinary skills if you want to make something. Or I can do it, either way.”
With a determined nod, I turn my attention to making us food, my eyes landing on that carton of eggs, some shredded cheese, and fruit. There is half a loaf of bread tucked on the counter.
“Looks like it’s going to be eggs and toast,” I declare with a triumphant grin. “My specialty.”
Feeling a wave of contentment despite the uncertainty swirling around Andy’s presence in my life, there is certainly something comforting in having him watch me buzz around.
But before I can crack an egg, the sound of barking fills the air, and a furry blur comes bounding into the kitchen.
“Kevin!” I exclaim, my heart swelling with affection as the dog returns, Lydia having let him in through the back door and disappearing without announcing herself.
Kevin’s nubby tail wags furiously, his tongue lolling out in a canine grin as he sniffs and greets Andy, giving him the immediate stamp of approval.
“Looks like someone’s excited to meet me,” he remarks, his eyes sparkling with amusement as my dog makes a fool of himself.
I laugh, watching as Andy scratches behind Kevin’s ears. “He never loves me up like that.”
“Really?”
“Really. He could take me or leave me.” The attention whore!
When Andy takes his eyes off the dog, Kevin barks to regain his attention while I get back to puttering around.
Andy’s expression sobers as he turns his gaze back to me, going from a wide grin to something more serious, his eyes locking with mine in a silent exchange that speaks volumes.
“Can we talk about how good you taste?”
I feel my face flush. “I mean we can, just not right now.”
“Why not?”
I duck my head, burying my smile in the collar of my shirt. “Don’t distract me while I’m making you a gourmet meal of eggs and toast. I want it to be the best eggs you’ve ever had.”
He laughs. “I’m sure it will be. Everything else I’ve had of yours has been fucking delicious.”
Oh gosh.
Lord.
My entire body gets hot, and I avoid his intense gaze by bending at the waist to retrieve a pan out of the cabinet, then set it on the stove.
As I crack the eggs into the bowl, Andy entertains the dog. The sounds of them playing fill the kitchen, their banter adding a lightness that causes me to hum while I cook. I truly love having him here! On the other hand, his impromptu visit leaves me with a thousand questions he doesn’t seem in a hurry to answer.
Why is he Here?!
According to him, he missed me. And obviously he was down to have sex as soon as he walked in the door. But what guy hops on a plane and comes all this way because he wants to screw? It makes no sense!
Still, I smile as I begin whisking the eggs together, the rhythmic motion soothing my fraying nerves, trying to shut my brain off and focus on my task. Scrambling done, I reach for the skillet. As soon as I do, I feel the weight of Andy’s arms slip around my waist.
He pulls me close against his chest, pressing his front side into my backside.
“Need any help with those unfertilized eggs?” he whispers, his breath warm against my ear.
I let out a sputtering laugh. Unfertilized eggs? Is that a hint? “I think I’ve got it covered, but you can keep me company.”
I feel him grinning against my neck, Andy leaning in closer, his lips brushing against my neck in a tantalizing caress. Mmm . . .
“I can think of a few other ways to pass the time,” he murmurs, his voice low and husky.
“You do not want to have sex again.” He can’t be serious! There has barely been any downtime! “No, dude, I’m starving.”
“God, I love it when you call me dude,” he whispers with a low laugh.
A flush of warmth spreads through my cheeks at our proximity. His junk is literally pressed into my back.