Foxy In Lingerie (Lingerie 10)

I hadn’t had a chance to ask her about it yet.

A few hours later, Vanessa woke up and joined me. She usually grabbed whatever t-shirt I left behind and threw it on, looking sexy as hell in my oversized clothes. Her footsteps sounded against the hardwood floor as she approached me from behind. When she stopped behind me, she wrapped her arms around my chest, leaned down, and then peppered my shoulder with kisses.

I dropped the paper on the table and hooked my arm across hers until I gripped her hand. I watched her kiss me, her long hair trailing down my chest and tickling my skin. Her smell wrapped around me, the hint of shampoo and perfume. The grin stretched across my face, treasuring the moment to keep forever. This was what I wanted for the rest of my life, just the two of us, living a simple life. “Morning.”

“Morning.” She pressed her mouth against mine and kissed me. She gave my chest and shoulders a squeeze before she stood straight and walked fully into the kitchen.

My eyes moved to her ass, wishing my long shirt didn’t cover it. Her pussy was full of the seed I put there a few hours ago, and I wanted to look at my handiwork. She didn’t like to wake up as early as I did, so she always went right back to sleep once I was finished. With warm come inside her, she dozed off for another few hours while I worked out and made breakfast.

“Did you already eat?” She pulled a bowl from the cabinet along with a box of cereal.

“Yes.”

“I was going to offer to make you some cereal.” She poured the milk into the bowl and grabbed a spoon.

I cocked an eyebrow, full of amusement. “Make me cereal? Baby, you can’t make cereal.”

She carried the bowl to the table and sat down. She crossed her legs then dug her spoon into the bowl. “I beg to differ. This is one of my favorite recipes.”

I preferred to have a woman who could cook, but I loved Vanessa just the way she was. She could fight like a man and paint like a master, but she couldn’t work a set of pans if her life depended on it. “Not a recipe.”

“It has two ingredients,” she argued. “That’s enough evidence.”

I turned back to my paper again, the grin still on my mouth.

“I like it when you smile.”

My eyes moved back up to look at her, and once I saw the affection in her eyes, I dropped my smile. “You haven’t seen me smile enough to know if you like it.”

“Just seeing it once is enough for me.” She smiled at me before she turned back to her cereal.

Now I didn’t care about the paper anymore. All I wanted to do was look at her, look at those pretty eyes and those full lips.

She kept eating like she didn’t notice my look. “We should go see my family sometime today. I told them I would come by for dinner, but that didn’t happen. I’ll give them a call after I shower.”

I never told her I’d screamed at her father. My temper got the best of me, and I torched the new relationship we’d finally established. But after everything that man put me through, I didn’t regret it. Vanessa could have ended up with another man because of his decision. She should be with me—end of story. I didn’t like her father, and I would never like him. I didn’t expect him to like me when we first met, but I expected him to keep an open mind considering he wasn’t always the honorable man he is now. But he never gave me a chance. He was determined to destroy me right from the beginning. I’d proven myself a million times over, so now I didn’t need his approval. All I wanted was Vanessa, and now that I had her, I didn’t give a damn about him.

When I didn’t say anything, she looked at me. “Is that okay?”

“Yes.” Her family was important to her, so I would go through the motions to make her happy. I wasn’t sure if I should tell her I yelled at her father, or if I should give Crow the honor of telling her. It seemed awkward no matter how we confessed. Since he hadn’t said a single word or given me any kind of response, I had no idea how he felt about my speech. He didn’t punch me, so I guess he wasn’t that mad about it. If he ratted on me, I would know the answer—and respect him even less.

Just when I turned back to my paper, there was a knock on the door.

My eyes flicked back up and looked at her. “Expecting someone?”

She finished chewing her food as she raised her eyebrows. “No.”