But that hasn’t been the case at all.
In fact, it’s been the complete opposite.
I couldn’t love Roan more. I absolutely adore living here with him.
And yeah, we’re both busy and it’s only going to get worse once Roan starts training camp in July. But it can’t be any more difficult than living in two different cities and not seeing each other at all.
Eyes sparkling, I say, “I missed you, too.”
Right as I whisper those words, his lips crash down upon mine, stroking over them in a way that drives me absolutely crazy. One single touch- hell, one single look and my panties are instantly flooding with heat. I’m like one of Pavlov’s dogs. And someone just rang the dinner bell…
Not a moment later, my lips opens under the gentle pressure of his caress right before his tongue sweeps inside my mouth to tangle with mine. I may be exhausted, but I’m never too exhausted for this.
After a good five minutes, Roan finally pulls away before smiling down at me. We’re both breathing hard and there’s a heated look filling his eyes that has me wanting to strip down right here in the middle of our living room.
“If the lasagna wasn’t going to be ready in less than fifteen minutes, I would carry you off to the bedroom and have my way with you.” He nips at my bottom lip before giving me another quick kiss.
Well someone just said the magic word...
I can’t help but perk up. “You’re making lasagna?” Cue the salivating dogs again…
Sex, believe it or not, is all but forgotten in the blink of an eye. Because I absolutely love, love, love Roan’s lasagna. And by the way he’s grinning down at me, he knows it.
His eyes narrow but I know he’s just playing with me. “Have I seriously been thrown aside for lasagna?”
Giving him a coy smile, I say, “That depends- is there garlic bread, too?”
He rolls his eyes. “Duh. Of course there is. Could I really serve lasagna without garlic bread?”
“Then yes… you have been thrown over for lasagna.” My belly growls loudly in agreement. He chuckles as my brows lower. “I’m starving. Today was completely exhausting.” But a good kind of exhausting... The kind of exhausting you get from doing something you absolutely love.
“Awww, poor baby.” Leaning in, he lays another sweet kiss on my lips. “How about you go and fill the tub and I’ll bring your dinner in when it’s ready.”
My eyes nearly cross with the idea of having a huge piece of lasagna while soaking in our gigantic tub. Hands down, this guy is the absolute best. Roan once told me that he wouldn’t ever let me go, well… I feel exactly the same way about him.
Because Roan hasn’t started training camp yet, he’s been spending a lot of time puttering around in our kitchen. He’s always watching cooking shows and trying out new recipes. And I’ll tell you what- he’s damn good at it.
I cook out of necessity. Because, well, I like to eat. Roan actually enjoys it. It relaxes him. And the stuff he’s able to whip up is almost as mouthwatering as he is.
I sigh just a little bit. “I think I love you, Roan King.”
He smirks. God, but I love that smirk of his. Sexy as hell. Just like the rest of him. “As long as you love me, I don’t care what the reason for it is.”
I can’t help but giggle. The list of reasons I love this guy only seems to grow longer as the days go by. He’s such an intelligent, thoughtful caring man. And so not the meathead, skirt-chasing-jock I thought he was when I first met him.
Alright… so maybe he was a bit of a skirt chasing player…
What matters is that he’s not anymore. The only skirt he chases now is mine.
I think Roan was simply waiting for the right girl to come along and look past the gorgeous face, brawny muscles, and amazing athletic ability to see the guy lurking beneath.
Kissing my lips one last time, he swats my butt with his hand. “Go start your bath and I’ll be in as soon as the lasagna is ready.”
Lowering my lashes, I ask, “Any chance you might join me in there?”
Heat sparks and flashes in his vibrant turquoise colored eyes as they drill into mine. “Damn right I am.”
Leaning up, I nip at his chin before murmuring huskily, “Good, because I’m dying for a hot sudsy bath, a nice long slow fuck, and some lasagna and garlic bread.” My eyes hold his. “In that order, please.”
The heat that had been merely flashing in his gorgeous depths ignites into a veritable inferno. “God, I love when you talk like that.” He growls the words right before pouncing on me.
Now it’s my turn to smirk. “I know.”