Page 69 of Blame it on the Kiss
“Good.”
“And you and me?” He inched closer, the sparkle in his eyes telling her he knew full well what his nearness did to her.
“I think there will always be some small pang of guilt over Payton, but I don’t think she’d want us to shy away from each other because of it.”
“I agree. So we’re still on for Saturday?”
“I hope so.”
“Absolutely.” He inched closer still. “Unfortunately, I’ve got to meet with a client in the afternoon, which means I won’t have enough time to come pick you up before the dinner. Would you mind catching a ride with Zane and Sophie and meeting me there?”
“Not at all.”
“You could stay at my place after.”
“I’d like that.” She’d missed him. Plain and simple.
He leaned over and kissed her. It started too tentative for her liking so she palmed the back of his head and deepened the kiss. His tongue played with hers while he shifted them with an arm around her waist until she was on her back and he was on top of her. She loved the way he kissed her, like she was essential to his well being.
It was becoming more and more clear that he was essential to hers.
The very loud and very inconvenient growl of her stomach broke them apart. He gazed down at her. “When was the last time you ate?”
She scrunched up her nose. “This morning. I’ve been busy.”
“Come on.” He pulled her to feet and led her to the kitchen. “I’ll make you my famous bowl of cereal. Sit.”
Honor watched him grab a bowl and spoon and put it down on the table in front of her. He opened the cupboard next and contemplated the selection before picking Cocoa Krispies. Her favorite. He poured the cereal into her bowl then grabbed the milk out of the fridge. “What makes this famous, you ask? The perfect amount of milk—added to give the perfect ratio of cereal to milk so there is nothing but an empty bowl when you’re finished.”
Honor dug right in as Bryce took the chair next to her. “Friday night Zane and Sophie wanted to know if we’d like to go out to dinner with them,” he said.
“A double date?” she asked with her mouth full.
“I think you said double date and not bubble gate so I’m going to say yes.”
She almost spewed her food at him. He said the best things. “I guess that’s okay,” she said around the next bite.
Bryce put his chin in his hand and stared at her with a dreamy look.
“Stop.”
“Spop?”
Who knew she could smile and chew at the same time? And several happy bites later she discovered Bryce did indeed have magical cereal powers. She dropped her spoon with a clink into the empty bowl.
“Can you do it again?” She never ate just one bowl of cereal. Sometimes she even ate three, not that she would tonight in front of Bryce.
“You bet I can.”
Once again, Honor ate and finished with equal parts cereal and milk. Her guy had talent. Twenty minutes later tangled in the sheets on her bed she finished with Bryce deep inside her and his name on her lips.
Really excellent talent.
“Have I told you how fantastic you look?” Bryce whispered, his mouth taking a little tour behind her earlobe as they sat at a table waiting for Zane and Sophie on Friday night. Sophie had chosen the Italian restaurant just outside White Strand claiming a craving for pasta with scallops.
Honor craved privacy, so it was perfect. The White Strand rumor mill had her practically engaged to Bryce and the less they were seen together in public, the better. Not only was the deceptively sweet sixty-something club texting updates to each other, but Mrs. Jamison had not so secretly taken a photo of her and Bryce as they’d left her house tonight.
Then she’d smiled like she’d just snapped the cover shot for People magazine. Seriously, these ladies needed something better to do.
