“Come stay with me for a few days, or weeks if you want. My house will be quiet during the day. You can get lots of studying in, and then I’ll get to see you at night.”
She bites her lip and looks at me. “Tonight?”
“Right now. Say yes.”
A grin slowly forms on her face, and then she nods. “Yes.”
10
Adley
The next morning, I roll over in Lincoln’s big bed; only this time, I’m not leaving.
But I still could use a morning dose of my sexy cowboy. I slide my arm across the bed, reaching for Lincoln, but he isn’t there. Lifting my hands over my head, I stretch like a cat and roll out of bed. Lincoln’s T-shirt is the only thing on the floor, so I scoop it up and pull it on.
He’s so much bigger than I am, so the shirt hangs off one shoulder and down to my knees. The faint smell of bacon floats through the air, and I follow my nose to the kitchen.
Lincoln is standing at the stove in a pair of low-slung sweats. His hair is a mess from last night, sticking up in a million different directions. His back is bare, and his muscles slide beneath smooth skin as he works.
A girl could get used to this.
Sucking my bottom lip between my teeth, I prop a hip against the door frame and settle in to watch him for a second. The bacon sizzles and pops, and after a few minutes, he says, “Are you hungry?”
“How did you know I was here?”
He glances over his shoulder. His smile is potent enough to fry a few thousand brain cells. “I can feel you.”
Interesting. I thought maybe I was the only one with that superpower. “What do you mean you can feel me?”
He shrugs and turns back to the stove. “Anytime we’re in the same room, my spine gets this weird prickly sensation.”
I push away from the door frame and walk across the small room. “And does the hair on the back of your neck stand up?”
“Yeah. How’d you know?”
I splay my hands out on his lower back and smooth them up his broad shoulders before gliding back down and wrapping them around his stomach.
“Because the same thing happens to me when you walk into a room,” I say, resting my cheek on his back. He smells so good. I close my eyes and spend a second just breathing him in. Unfortunately, it doesn’t last long.
He turns around, a piece of bacon in his hands.
“Really?” I nod. “How long has that been happening?” he asks.
“Since the night I met you.”
“That was years ago.”
“Trust me, I know.”
He studies me for a second and then blows on the bacon and holds it up for me to take a bite. “Hungry?”
“Starved.” I take a bite of the bacon, and he pops the rest in his mouth. The hickory flavor explodes on my tongue. “Mmm. Perfect. But this isn’t exactly what I was hoping for this morning.”
“Would you rather have eggs?”
“Nope.” I skate my fingers over his abdomen and then along the waistband of his pants.
“Biscuits and gravy?”