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“Why?” he grumbles.
“Because I’m hungry.”
He lets out a strangled groan and removes his hands from my breasts. “Fine. But I’m warning you in advance, it might taste like shit.”
I chuckle. “It smells too good to taste like shit. Let me help pull this together.”
He places one last kiss to my neck then releases me. “Tell me what to do to make it right, and I’ll do it.”
I survey the kitchen. My eyes settle on the plates, doing their best to hide the slow cooker.
Turning to face him, I hand them to him. “Start with setting the table while I get this organized.”
He looks at me hesitantly for a moment before he nods and takes the plates. We work in silence for several minutes. Him setting the table, and me cleaning up the mess he made.
Once I have all the dirty dishes out of the way and loaded in the dishwasher, it’s not so bad. He’s done a better job than he thinks. There’s rice on the stove that has a few minutes left to cook before it’s ready and black beans are warming in another pot.
When I lift the lid off the slow cooker, I take in a deep whiff and smile. It smells even better than it did before.
“Is it done?” Garret steps up behind me, his body so close he’s pressed against my back.
“I’m about to find out,” I say, a little breathless. I grab a fork, and it slides into the beef with ease. “Perfectly tender. Should I shred it in the pot?”
“That’s what the guy on TV did.” He reaches around me and takes the fork from my hand and grabs a second one. “Let me do this.”
Rather than stepping away so I can move, he stays right where he is behind me, boxing me in. I brace my hands on the counter while his arms reach around my sides. He’s tall enough that he can see the slow cooker and works with ease as he shreds the beef.
It’s a strangely intimate position to be in, and one that has my body buzzing with need. If he’s trying to turn me on, mission accomplished.
I’m starving for two very different things right now. A hell of a lot more than my mouth is watering.
“Here,” his deep baritone voice has my eyes flying open. I hadn’t even realized I closed them. He’s holding a fork out for me to try a bite of the beef.
I part my lips and lean forward, taking it into my mouth. When the burst of flavors hit my taste buds, the moan that escapes me is a little too erotic.
He chuckles. “I take it, it’s good.”
“So good.” I drop my head back, resting it on his shoulder.
He sets the fork down and cups my chin, shifting me so I’m facing him. “Give me a taste.”
Leaning closer, he licks my bottom lip. A deep, bellowing growl vibrates his chest before he dives in, plunging his tongue into my mouth. I’m powerless to do anything except kiss him back.
He breaks the kiss way too soon, leaving me even more breathless than I was a few moments ago. His hand is still cupping my face. When I open my eyes, he’s staring down at me. The look we share is intimate and filled with more feelings than any look we’ve shared so far. I still see his desire and need for me. But there’s more behind his chocolate brown gaze.
And that has me a little scared.
Because it looks a hell of a lot like love.
Chapter 20
Time flies when you’re happy.
Garret
The days quickly turn into weeks, and before I know it, March is coming to a close. The cold wintry months typically drag on for me and leave me feeling depressed and more lonely than normal.
But not this year. Having Charlotte in my life has made me happy, and I can’t stop smiling.