“You betcha.” Remembering everything about their night together, she grinned. It had been outstanding. Far better than anything she could have dreamed. “After a long hot shower.”
“Together?”
“I’m game if you are.”
Roan wrapped Jazzy’s bandaged arm in cling wrap, then they took a shower together and got frisky again. Jazzy had her third orgasm within twenty-four hours. She’d gotten hooked on him. They dressed and padded to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. Roan checked in with his folks. Trinity was still sleeping and since the roads remained icy and the temperature below freezing, his mom suggested they keep their granddaughter for another day.
“Call me if she wants to come home,” Roan said. “I’ll put the chains on the truck and come for her.”
He pocketed his phone and smiled at Jazzy. “We have another whole day to ourselves, Rainbow.”
“Rainbow?” She smiled. “Did you just give me a nickname?”
“I suppose I did. Do you hate it?” He blushed and looked so adorable she couldn’t resist going up on her tiptoes to kiss him. “You’re like a rainbow after a storm, radiating hope with your colorful light.”
“Aww! I love it.” She nibbled his bottom lip. “Now I have to think of a good nickname for you.”
He started humming the old Rolling Stones’ song “She’s a Rainbow.”
“You are entirely too happy, Mr. Sullivan.” Playfully, she poked him in the ribs.
“Hey.” He beamed. “You aren’t the only one who had three orgasms in one night.”
Feeling as if she were in some fairy-tale movie, Jazzy playfully pinched his butt and he pinched hers in return. Then she giggled and rested her head on his chest.
Roan looked down at her with adoring eyes. Eyes shiny and sharp and appreciative. He looked at her as if she were the missing piece to his puzzle. Danny had never looked at her like that. Not once the entire four years they’d gone together. Not that she’d seen.
“So, you know what we need to do?” she asked, intertwining their fingers, and swinging their arms. Light. Breezy. Happy. So damn happy.
Moonstruck. That was the word for her feelings and the way Roan was looking at her.Moonstruck.
“What’s that?” He leaned backward to kiss her cheek.
“We have to come up with a twist on the rugelach. I’ve made prune and apricot and while those were good, they’re not knock-it-out-of-the-park good. Plus, we need a second recipe for when I make it to the final round.”
“That’s where I come in.” Teasingly, Roan flexed his biceps. “You need something Christmassy.”
“Exactly.”
“Breakfast first,” he said. “I think better on a full stomach.”
“Avocado whole wheat toast work?”
“Simple and heart healthy. I’ll mash the avocado. You toast the bread.”
“On it!”
While they made and ate their breakfast, Jazzy threw out filling possibilities for her soon-to-be award-winning rugelach. “Pecans and honey?”
“That would be tasty.” Roan got up to rinse their dishes and stack them in the dishwasher.
Jazzy noticed. Danny hadn’t helped with chores unless she nagged.Stop comparing him to Danny.
“But not highly original,” Jazzy said, taking out the measuring cups and the digital scale she’d bought on Roan’s advice. Precise weight made for precise baked goods.
“What flavors suggest Christmas?” Roan rounded up the ingredients from the fridge including the cream cheese and sour cream that made Christine Noble’s rugelach dough so special.
“Trinity would be a big help with this,” Jazzy said. “I miss that little munchkin.”