She placed her hand over his, interlacing their fingers. “I do too.”
His heart soared. Yes, his fucking heart. He was so gone over this girl it was ridiculous. Too soon, his brain warned him. You’re moving way too fast.
But his heart? His body? Both were screaming more, more, more.
Mine, mine, mine.
Chapter Eight
“Breakfast in bed?” Andrea sat up straighter, smoothing the comforter around her waist before she sank into the fluffy pillows behind her back. Thank goodness she’d slipped on one of Luke’s giant T-shirts sometime during the night. She wouldn’t want to be served food while she was naked. That would be weird. “What did I do to deserve this?”
Luke approached the bed, clutching a tray in his hands. It was laden with good stuff—a plate of scrambled eggs and bacon and toast, accompanied by a glass of orange juice and a cup of steaming coffee. Her stomach growled and her entire body went warm as she drank in what Luke was wearing.
Black sweats and nothing else. They hung loosely from his hips, showcasing those delicious V muscles that led to the promised land. His hair was a bit of a mess, sticking up all over the place, and his face was covered with a healthy amount of scruff. She’d never seem him look yummier.
Making it hard for her to decide what she was hungrier for—the man or the food he brought her.
“You’re here. Isn’t that enough?” He set the tray stand on her lap, then leaned in and gave her a soft kiss. “Good morning.”
“Good morning. Sorry I slept in.” She smiled up at him, then let her gaze drop to the food in front of her. She was starved. The eggs were fluffy, the toast golden and the bacon cooked to crisp perfection. But she grabbed what she desperately needed first.
Coffee.
“So good,” she said after she took a big sip. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” He walked around the bed and joined her on the other side, swiping a piece of bacon from her plate and shoving it into his mouth. “I make some damn good bacon,” he said after he finished swallowing.
She gave him a gentle shove on the shoulder, which was a joke because the man was solid as a rock. “Hey. That was mine.”
“There’s more out in the kitchen. Don’t worry.” He grinned and kissed the tip of her nose. “How are you feeling this morning?”
Fantastic. Perfect. Incredible. They’d never left his apartment once they arrived. She hoped today they could get some sightseeing in since she’d never been to Seattle before, but yesterday? It had been all about being with Luke and the many ways they could give each other orgasms. Her body ached in the best way possible. “A little tired.”
His grin never wavered. “I wore you out.”
“You seem proud of that.”
“I am.” He cupped the side of her face and kissed her, his lips lingering. “I’d like to wear you out some more, but I’m afraid you’ll get mad that I kept you in bed the entire time you’re here.”
“I wouldn’t necessarily be mad…” She trailed off, grabbing a piece of bacon and munching on it. The man did make damn good bacon. “But I did want to see the Space Needle.”
“I think we can manage that.” He plucked a piece of toast from her plate and took a big bite, then held it in front of her mouth. She bit into the crunchy bread, telling herself she needed to savor this moment, soak it up and revel in it.
Waking up to Luke bringing her breakfast, looking so handsome, so freaking sexy and being so sweet despite eating her food. She didn’t mind, as long as she had him by her side. In his bed.
Tingles swept over her skin, and she looked away from him, taking another swig of coffee. She was still trying to play it cool, but it was so damn hard. She knew her friends had told her to do that so she would protect her heart, and she understood. Really she did. She’d let her heart get broken before a few times and she didn’t want to go through that again.
Luke had power over her and he probably didn’t even know it. If she were smart, she’d be nonchalant the entire time she was here. Keep a part of herself locked away so she wouldn’t make the ultimate mistake and show all her cards.
That she really liked him. A lot.
But forget cool. She wanted to tell Luke she was halfway in love with him and see how he reacted. She had the distinct feeling he would be happy. He might even reciprocate the sentiment. And wouldn’t that be something?
He grabbed her glass of orange juice and drained it, making her laugh. “Who did you make this breakfast for anyway?”
“Us.” His expression turned solemn and he kissed her again. Deeper this time. With a little bit of tongue and a low groan, his fingers on her neck. “I made this breakfast for us,” he murmured against her lips when he ended the kiss.
Oh. Dear. She could take that statement so many ways. His using the word “us”, she was probably putting too much into it. He was being casual and she was all about the serious.