“Here I was thinking that I could finally enjoy my coffee since the serious conversation was over.”
He shakes his head and fakes exhaustion from my antics. “Since I’m in a small town in the middle of nowhere, and I’m positive the farmer walking out of the shop with a box of donuts is watching us, then I will abide by your let’s have a coffee reunion.”
I bring my hand to his cheek, feeling his skin against my own, with certainty swirling inside me. “Trust me, that could be an idea. However, I was thinking one more sip of coffee,your car, and this spot outside of town, perfectly secluded.” I flash my eyes at him.
“And that is why you’re my future. Such a smart woman,” he jokes.
I stand up and offer him my hand. “Come on.”
My body molds to Hayes.After yesterday—a quickie in his car and our choice to return to the city—I should be exhausted. Instead, I soak him in as he drags his mouth along my shoulder while I straddle him. I breathe in his warmth in what is now our bed. His hand roams from my hips to my ribcage under his shirt that I’m wearing, mapping me. I lock eyes with him, my fingers splayed across his chest.
We woke to find ourselves in this position, just lying here for a while, limbs entwined on a lazy Sunday morning. But that’s about to change because I lower my mouth to his.
“I want you inside me,” I whisper.
He smiles against my lips. “Me too,” he murmurs and deepens our kiss. It’s smooth, soft, but pure reverence.
Sneaking my hand between us, I feel his hard cock under his boxer briefs that presses against my wet center. We’re both ready for one another.
I begin to move to align him but freeze when I notice Hayes’s facial expression change to panic.
“I can’t sleep.” Lola stands in the doorway, still in her pajamas, holding her two stuffed bunnies that hang from her hands.
I almost bolt off him at the same time as he tries to toss me off his body, shifting the blanket even though I’m in a shirt that falls to my knees.
Hayes awkwardly chuckles as he adjusts the sheets. “That’s because it’s morning.” Lola begins to patter our way. “I thought that safety thing on the side of the bed was to keep her in bed,” he mumbles under his breath and holds a tight smile.
“Falling out is not the same as climbing out,” I mutter.
We both begin to scoot and make space for her in the middle of the bed.
“What brings you here?” I ask our daughter. “Hungry, I bet.”
She nods her head and looks between us. “Toast jam, please.”
“Of course, your highness,” I promise as we cuddle in together.
“Want to go swimming today?” Hayes asks her, and Lola instantly lights up and bounces, which gives us her answer. “Maybe we can convince Mommy to join us in her bikini.” He winks at me.
“Or I can supervise?” I tease.
Lola begins to pull my arm. “Come swim.”
Rolling my eyes, I won’t be able to decline the suggestion. “Fine. Breakfast first, though.”
“Okay.”Lola begins to wiggle away from us and crawls to the foot of the bed to carefully slide off, and she runs.
“Whoa. Where ya heading?”Hayes checks.
She pauses in the doorway. “Swimsuit.”
We both laugh. “Or breakfast first,” I repeat.
Already at two, she has defiance and runs away anyhow.
Hayes leans in to kiss my cheek. “Raincheck on having you on top of me, and I’ll go handle this.” Then he scampers out of bed too quickly and heads straight to his dresser for a shirt.
I scratch the back of my head with wild hair. “We’ll need to tell her that this is her permanent home now,” I remind us.