Page 56 of Salvation (Clover-Hills #1)

Blake

I wake to the smell of pancakes and the sound of something sizzling.

I roll over and reach out my hand, only to pop an eye open and see that the bed is empty.

I groan before rolling back over and slipping on a piece of clothing closest to me.

One, I assume, is Wesley’s shirt from how low it hangs on my legs.

Legs that are so sore I flush at the mere memory of why they’re so sore.

His hands are folded behind his head, and he lays sprawled across the mattress like a king as he watches me bounce up and down on him repeatedly.

The moans that escape my lips are unlike any noise I’ve ever made before.

He’s huge, much bigger than I’ve ever had, and the filthy words he whispers to me are ones I’ll no doubt blush over tomorrow-

I blink, stopping myself and padding out of the bedroom, indeed fighting a blush at the memory of him inside me, only to find Wesley’s bare back turned to me.

Muscles flexing as he flips breakfast in one of my cast-iron pans.

I wasn’t quite sure what I was going to wake up to, but it wasn’t this.

A great date, followed by multiple orgasms and waking up to a hot guy making breakfast? In my kitchen? Shirtless?

Yeah. Yeah, I could get used to this . He looks over his shoulder as he greets me, dimples, and all. “Morning.”

“Morning.” I smile and toy with the ends of his shirt. I peek over to where two mugs sit on the counter. My eyes light up, and I ask, “Did you make coffee?”

“Yup.” He grabs one of them and spins around to place it on the counter in front of me.

The look he gives me at the sight of what I’m wearing…

god, I hope he takes me right here on the counter.

I’d let him. I go to sit down at the barstool and blurt, “God, I think I love you,” as he slides me a mug of hot coffee.

Then my eyes widen, and I slap a hand over my mouth.

I stutter, “I- I didn’t mean it like-"

He laughs, all deep and rich. His eyes crinkle, and he waves a hand at me as he turns back around to tend to our food.

“Blake. Shut up and drink your coffee.” I turn red, thankful he didn’t take it that way and glad he understands I’m not liable for anything I say until a little caffeine finds its way into my system.

“Sleep, okay?” He asks over his shoulder as he plates the food.

“Better than I have in a long time,” I answer truthfully.

“Good.” He slides my plate towards me. “I’ve got to get to work.

But I’ll swing by later?” He drops a kiss on my forehead, steals a piece of bacon off my plate, and saunters to the bedroom to get dressed.

I look down and see he painted a smiley face on my pancakes with whipped cream and fruit.

I almost giggle at the sight. This is the same man who just said and did the dirtiest things imaginable to me less than 12 hours ago.

I’m so shocked right now, I truly have no idea what to say.

But as he comes back out, pulling a hoodie over his head, I realize I stole his shirt.

“I’m sorry.” I stand, embarrassed. Maybe it was too much of a couple-y thing to do. Way out of line. “I’ll go take this off.”

I stop when he catches my wrist. “Don’t.

” He smirks. “I like it.” I’m dumbstruck as he places a kiss on my wrist and drops it.

Just as he closes the door behind him, Elain opens it and walks right through.

Her eyes are wide as she spots me, and the minute the door closes behind her, my best friend’s text flashes on my phone that lies face up.

Viv:

Did you sleep with your hot neighbor yet?

Elain screeches “You totally fucked the hot neighbor!”

I bury my face in my hands and flop back onto the stool.