Your Forever Love (The Bennett Family 3)

He does as I say, remarking, “You’re grumpy today.”

“Weird mood this morning,” I inform him, yawning.

“Also, it’s six thirty.”

I nearly choke in shock. “Why would you wake me up so early?”

“So I could spend a few minutes with you before I have to leave. Be right back.” He rises from the bed, heading out of the bedroom, and returns a few minutes later holding a plate and a cup.

“Coffee and cookies,” I exclaim.

“Yep, freshly bought for you. Feeding your sugar and caffeine addiction.”

“Very smart of you. I’m no fun to be around if I haven’t had either of them for the day.”

“You don’t say.” He shoves the plate in my lap, placing the cup on the bedside table. Immediately, I dig in to the cookies.

“Oh, my God, you’re the perfect man.” I close my eyes, savoring the sweet flavor. Pushing myself straight up in the bed, I grab the coffee cup from the bedside table and sip. “Wait, is there a reason you bought this?”

“Are you implying I need a reason to spoil you?” he asks. I shrug, and he continues, “Okay, full disclosure. I do have an agenda that involves making you less grumpy. I figured you might wake up a little… off.”

Yeah, from our conversation last night.

The fact that he had the foresight to do this warms my heart. I resolve to find a way to pay him back.

“You’re a smart man.” Munching on another cookie, I add, “I love that you know what will make me less grumpy.”

“What else do you love?” He cocks his brows suggestively.

“That you make love to me against the wall.”

Eric leans forward a tad, tugging at his lower lip with his teeth. “We’re surrounded by walls.”

“Are you talking dirty to me?”

“Yes, and I’m not even trying to be smooth about it.”

A tingling sensation of arousal singes my body. “Go on, I like it.”

“Pick a wall,” he says in a low, rumbling voice.

My cheeks heat, and as I squirm in the bed, my body responds to him even before my mind is awake. The realization is downright scary.

Peering around the room, I point to the one facing the south.

“That one looks sexy enough,” I suggest.

Eric rises from the bed, offering me his hand. I take it without hesitation and jump out of bed, following him.

Pressing me against the wall, he drags his knuckles down the side of my cheek, finally cupping my jaw. I instinctively arch against him.

“You’re so responsive to my touch,” he says. “I was thinking of all the things I want to do to you while watching you sleep.”

He pins me against the wall, kissing me thoroughly. His tongue does delicious things to my mouth, while his hands find their way under my baby doll nightgown, traveling up, grasping my breasts underneath the fabric.

“I changed my mind,” I tell him. “Let’s go to the kitchen.”

“Huh?”