Page 53 of From Me to You
“Now that is a secret.”
I rolled my eyes. “Let’s get started on the sauce. You be my little errand boy and continue to slice those tomatoes.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He winked as he gave me a small salute.
I giggled as I moved to the stove. Jay and I loved cooking together—he was actually a pretty good cook. We cooked most of the nights when he ended up at my place. It was one of our favorite things to do. We moved at our own pace like we had done this a million other times before.
“Look at you, barefoot in my kitchen already.” Jay smiled at me.
“You would want that, wouldn’t you?”
He slid in behind me and plopped his chin on my shoulder. “More than anything,” he whispered, his arms coiled around me. I leaned into him as I finished up the sauce—it was pretty easy since he had everything prepped for me.
“That smells incredible, sweetheart,” he said, still holding me.
“Yeah, it’s grandma’s recipe. Everything she made was wonderful. I am glad I learned from her,” I said with a sad smile as the nostalgia hit me. I still remember her teaching me to make this sauce, she was so strict but melted as soon as I gave her puppy dog eyes. God, I missed her.
“You miss her,” Jay said like he had somehow read my mind.
“Yeah, I do. She was the most amazing woman I had ever known. Apart from Aunty M, that is. I used to get into a lot of trouble as a kid, but she was always kind to me.”
“You, trouble? That’s quite hard to believe.” His eyes widened in fake shock.
“Trouble, as in, I would somehow end up stumbling and knocking over something important or bumping over something or someone I shouldn’t. I remember this one day in kindergartenwhen I tripped over a toy on the playground and ended up breaking the nose of the girl who was next to me.”
“That sounds more like my girl. Sometimes I contemplate whether I should wrap you up in bubble wrap so you wouldn’t get hurt.” Jay joked.
I gave him a sharp elbow shot to the ribs.
He laughed. “What? You should come with a hazard warning.”
“Stop making fun of me.” I pouted.
He slipped his hands away from my hips and circled his arms around mine, locking me in his grasp. “Awwh, my poor baby,” he said, nuzzling his face against my neck.
“Jay,” I whispered.
“You smell so good.” He kissed all over my neck, my shoulders, the side of my face, anywhere he found my bare skin available.
“I wore the perfume that you like,” I mumbled.
He gripped me tighter as he dug his hips into me. I could feel his wanton heat digging into my ass.
“Jay!” I moaned.
Suddenly, he let me go. I missed his warmth already.
“I should prep the chicken,” he mumbled, running his fingers through his smooth, wavy locks.
I nodded as I took a seat at the breakfast table opposite the kitchen counter. I propped my chin on my palms, admiring the view in front of me. His arms flexed around his T-shirt as he busied himself around the kitchen. Hmm, yum. He was getting me so hot and bothered that the only appropriate way to end this night was for me to have him.
Jay set up the table outside on the back porch of the cabin, which had a mesmerizing view of the lake on one side and the dark forest on the other. Thousands of stars glimmered through the night, with the waning moon casting a bright light on the waters. Tiny golden fairy lights and candles were arrangedeverywhere on the back porch. I didn’t know when Jay had the time to do all this. It was all so beautiful and thoughtful.
“After you, my lady.” Jay grinned, pulling out a chair.
“Thank you, kind sir.” I smiled as I took the seat.
Jay had outdone himself. A white tablecloth was draped neatly, and a single pink rose sat in the middle of the table. My heart soared, and his attention to even the smallest detail got to me. It showed how much he cared for me.