Page 94 of Truck Me

“How many have you baked?”

She chuckles. “Not sure if I want to say it out loud. It’s a lot.”

“Just tell me you saved some for me.”

“Oh, don’t you worry, big guy.” She tosses me a wink and I growl. “I made an entire batch just for you.”

I set the pizza box on top of the first flat space I see, take my coat off, and then I stalk toward her. “Where are they?”

She spins around to face me, and it’s only now that I take in what she’s wearing. She always dresses nice, but today she’s in a pretty, light pink floral dress. It flutters around her legs as she comes to a stop. It’s got short sleeves, a fitted bodice, and a full skirt that stops at her knees. But it’s the apron she’s wearing over it that really catches my eye. It’s got a heart-shaped neckline and a wide band that wraps around her waist. The hem is trimmed in ruffles, giving it a 1950s housewife look that I absolutely love.

Paired with her high-heeled shoes, she looks good enough to eat.

“You look … Wow.” I rest my hands on her hips and let my eyes fall over her body. “Does it make me a pig that I love this look on you?”

She swings her arms over my shoulders, clasping her hands around my neck, and smiles up at me. “Why would it make you a pig?”

“Because you look like a sexy 1950s housewife, and I really like it. That’s so … I don’t know, sexist?”

Her head falls back in laughter, and I can’t help but lean down and kiss her slender neck. Her laugh turns a little breathy as she speaks. “It’s not sexist when that’s the reaction I want. I wore this because I hoped you would like it.”

I growl against her skin, licking her neck as I bring my lips back to hers. “As long as you don’t think I expect you to be in the kitchen cooking for me for me all the time.”

“I know you don’t.” Her voice drops as she runs her nails into my hair. “I cook for you because I like it. And I like that you appreciate my food.”

“Princess, I appreciate so much more about you than your food.” I lightly brush my lips over hers. Then I pepper kisses down her neck and along the collar of her dress. She’s so sexy and pliable in my arms. Knowing she wants me as much as I want her is making me hard. “But the food is a perk I will never complain about.”

“What else do you appreciate?” Her voice is low and husky.

“Your strength and determination.” I reach around her neck and untie the top of the apron. It falls past her chest, revealing her perfectly plump cleavage pressed together above the neckline of her dress. I groan in appreciation.

“Your love for your family. The way you care about Rayne.” I bury my face in her breasts and bite them. She gasps in pleasure.

Reaching around her back, I find the zipper on her dress and slowly drag it down.

“Your kindness.” I continue. “That you like my dog. I even appreciate those damn high-heeled shoes you wear all the time.”

She laughs. “I knew you loved my shoes.”

“I do.” I rub my nose along the edge of her jaw, breathing in her sweet scent. “They may not be appropriate for country living, but they’re sexy as fuck.”

“Anything else?”

I nod against her neck, breathing her in again before I nibble on her earlobe. “I also appreciate the way you smell. Always good enough to eat.”

Her grip on my hair tightens. “Garret, please.”

“Please what, Princess?” My voice is low and gravelly. My need and desire for her is evident in my erection pressed against her belly. “Tell me what you want, and I’ll give it to you.”

“Fuck me,” she breathes.

“With my mouth or my cock?”

“Both.”

“Princess,” I growl. “You say the sweetest things.”

I drop to my knees and slide my hands under her dress. Looping my fingers around her panties, I pull them down her long legs.