This one was monochrome, a black and white design of characters from the theme park. She liked shirts two sizes too big, and the fact Cade had bought that sweatshirt in just the right size irked me for some dumbass reason.
On top of all that, I could still see her full chest straining against the material. I shouldn’t have been looking.
I probably studied her much too long because those azure eyes glared at me like I was dumb and deaf. “Are you even listening to me?”
“Of course. Do you want to go surfing this morning?”
Her smile lit up the room as she went to the top of the refrigerator to grab her lighter. The incense smoke curled up around her face as her face soured. “Today, I woke up with the need to finish that file.”
Ah, that was the true culprit of her bad mood. Morina hated that file like a sculptor might hate being given paint instead of marble. She was the type of person who thrived in action, not in reading about it.
“I’ll do it with you.” I shrugged and took a sip of my coffee.
First, a grin spread across her face, then it dropped like a ton of bricks. “You should work.”
“Should I?” I grabbed the plates of food I’d made while she was sleeping. “Here are some crepes and strawberries.”
“Strawberries and what?”
“Crepes.” I nodded to the thin, folded over pancake.
“Okay.” She dragged the word out like she always did when she was unsure. Still, she went to fill two glasses with water and set them beside each other on the island counter. Then, she turned to me and winced. “Are you eating with me? Sorry, I assumed because it felt like you–”
“I’m eating meals with you as much as possible from now on.”
Combing a hand through her long dark hair, she sighed before grabbing us silverware and laying the table. “You honestly don’t have to. I know I was a little crazy a few days ago, but I am okay.”
“Well, it’s good for us to get to know one another. We can go over the rest of our arrangement timeline.” I went to sit on the stool beside her. “We need this all laid out. That’s why we’re going to go over the rest of this file together. No issues, okay?”
She cut into the crepe and shrugged as she put a piece in her mouth before continuing the conversation.
Except the conversation came to a screeching halt when the woman moaned over my food.
“Oh my Lord, what is in this?” Her eyes rolled back like she was in ecstasy.
It was just a thin pancake with a little vanilla extract, powdered sugar, and maybe a few hidden ingredients. Mom had taught Cade and me well over the years.
And a little piece of me was pleased that she followed her emotions head-on in this exact moment, because the woman made the best sounds of pleasure.
My dick immediately recognized them.
Jesus, the way her skin glowed when she was happy, a hint of color on her cheeks like she responded to satisfaction of any sort. I honestly believed she did with each of our encounters.
Morina was free-spirited and I think she had been with sex before me. She’d indulged probably like I did. I just had more years of experience.
It made her even more appealing, the fact that she knew what her body wanted and yet hadn’t even begun to understand what I could do to her.
Jesus fuck.
I wasn’t doing anything more to her.
I was marrying her and doing this hand off legally. That was all.
I cleared my throat and shifted in my chair, trying to calm my damn dick down. “It’s just a thin pancake, Morina. I can get you the recipe if you want.”
She nodded, staring at her plate with pure adoration. “Yep. I’ll take it. Normally, I’d say no. I don’t cook that much. Just shakes, you know? But this…this, I will take. I will master it somehow because it’s so good. So, so, so good.”
My dick wasn’t calming down to save my life.