Page 55 of Mr. Edwards

We’re both freshly showered after spending the rest of the afternoon in bed. Despite fucking her six ways to Sunday, I felt compelled to bend her over the bench seat in the shower stall again before we came down to eat, thrusting into her like a desperate man who’d been starved of pussy his entire life.

I didn’t stop until those sexy whimpers she makes became cries of pure unadulterated pleasure; she was enjoying the ferocity of our fuck-fest as much as I was. The violent roar that tore from my body when I came was so intense it startled us both. She’s like the worst type of craving, the more I have, the more I seem to need.

“Where did you learn to cook like this?” she asks, scooping the last of her dinner into her mouth.

“Mostly, my grandmother.”

“Did you spend a lot of time with her growing up?”

“She lived with us for a spell after my father died. My mom was working two jobs at the time and my sister was just a baby, so she moved in to help out.”

She reaches over and places her hand on top of mine. “I’m sorry about your dad.”

“It was a long time ago,” I say, shrugging. “I still miss him though.”

“I’m sure.” Carlee’s gaze drops to her lap… she suddenly looks sad. Is she thinking about her own father? Is he in her life?

“What about your dad?”

She turns her face away, but I don’t miss the grimace as she does. It in no way answers my question, but that look alone tells me he’s also hurt her somehow. There’s so much more I want to ask: I want to know everything there is when it comes to her, but she clams up when I ask questions that make her feel uncomfortable. I don’t want to taint her time here.

“Have you had enough?” I ask, standing and reaching for her plate. “There’s more if you want seconds.”

I only made a simple spaghetti dish, but she scarfed into it like it was Michelin star worthy. Considering she’s used to eating her pasta out of a can though, I shouldn’t be surprised.

“I could go another bowl,” she answers, picking up a piece of garlic bread and bringing it to her mouth.

I bite back my smile. Her healthy appetite is just one of the many things I adore about this woman. She’s like a breath of fresh air. She’s nothing like the other girls I’ve dated. Just put a carb in their vicinity and they’re liable to flee the room screaming.

I place another full bowl down in front of her, and she wastes no time tucking in. “Seriously, this is the best thing I’ve ever put in my mouth.”

I cock an eyebrow. “Not the best thing, Carlee.” I’m still standing, so I reach for the waistband of my sweats, hooking my thumb in the elastic. “Do I need to remind you?”

“Keep it in your pants, lover boy, come back and see me when I’m done here.” She gestures to her plate making me laugh.

This woman.

I take a seat beside her. “I make a mean breakfast too.” I’m hinting at her staying over, but I don’t want to push too hard. If I do, it’ll likely scare her off.

“Nice,” she says with a nod. “This whole marriage thingy is looking better by the minute.”

She wiggles her eyebrows and I chuckle.

Resting my elbows on the table, I lean in her direction. “You’re going to love having me as a husband.”

“Oh really, why’s that?”

“I’m going to be so good to you, sunshine,” I say, reaching for her free hand and bringing it toward my mouth. Turning it over, I gently place my lips against her palm, lingering there. Her fork is suspended in midair as she watches my every move. “I’m going to make you a coffee first thing every morning, well after I’ve fucked you senseless of course. Then while you’re getting ready for the day, I’ll whip you up some breakfast. We can eat out there.” I point toward the deck through the floor-to-ceiling windows that span the entire back of the house. It’s my favorite place to sit and stare out at the ocean. It grounds me. “And that’s all before 9:00 am, we still have the rest of the day and night to get through. You’re going to have to pinch yourself every day… that’s how great our life is going to be.”

“Sounds nice,” she replies, opening her mouth and shoveling in some more pasta. I watch the fork slidebetween her luscious lips, and again I want to trade places. This woman can give me a boner without even trying. I probably should stop watching her so intently, but damn she’s exquisite.

“Nice doesn’t even begin to describe the life we’re going to have together. I’m going to make it my daily mission to woo the pants off you, Miss Just-Carlee, so much so you’re going to fall hopelessly in love with me and never want to leave.”

Her fork drops to the table and she swallows thickly before dipping her face and resting her chin on her chest. Did I say something to upset her?

“Hey.” I reach for her hand, giving it a light squeeze. “Don’t you like the sound of that?”

She still doesn’t make eye contact with me, so I place my knuckle under her chin, turning her gaze in my direction. When I see the tears pooling in her eyes, I don’t hesitate to pull her onto my lap, wrapping her tightly in my arms.