“What I think,” he said gruffly, “is that food can wait.”
“What am I going to do with you, Jacob Wilde?”
Jake bent his head, tongued a tender pink nipple. Addison’s laugh became a gasp of pleasure.
“I’ll help you think of something,” he whispered.
And he did.
CHAPTER NINE
ADDISON STOOD in the kitchen, wearing a robe that came down to her ankles, and stared blankly at the old clock ticking away above the stove.
“Midnight?” she said. “It can’t be midnight!”
Jake, dressed only in jeans that rode low on his hips, stood leaning against the door frame, arms folded, bare feet crossed.
She was a delectable sight, and all he could think about was taking her back to bed.
But it was late, they were both hungry, and grabbing a bite to eat seemed a smart thing to do when he had every reason to keep up his energy.
The night wasn’t over yet.
She looked at him. “What does your watch say?”
He looked at his watch, then at her.
“The little hand’s on the twelve,” he said, deadpan. “So’s the big hand. Where I come from, that means it’s either midnight or high noon, honey, and considering the fact that it’s pitch-black outside, my best guess is midnight.”
“Midnight. I just don’t see how—”
She bit her lip. And she blushed.
Damn, he loved that about her! Hours in his arms, hours spent exploring each other, and she could still turn pink as a schoolgirl.
And yet, she had all the confidence a man could want in a woman, in bed or out. You’d never be able to take her for granted; she’d always be an exciting challenge.
You could build a future with a woman like Addison McDowell.
Jake frowned.
What kind of nonsense was that? This was about terrific sex with a terrific woman. End of story.
“You’re right,” he said, taking things back to where th
ey belonged. “Where could the hours have gone?”
The color in her lovely face deepened. Jake relented, straightened to his full height, walked slowly toward her and took her in his arms.
“Either we get some food in our bellies or they’re gonna find just two piles of bones on old man Chambers’s magnificent linoleum floor.”
Addison leaned back in his arms.
“Not a fan of linoleum, huh?”
“Frankly, I can’t tell linoleum from marble. Well, yeah, I can, but it’s that shade of green makes my stomach lurch.”
“It’s called chartreuse.”