1 slipped the shirt over my head and allowed it to fall over my body. It rested just at my knees, fitting me like a loose dress.
My stomach growled. I was hungry, which meant my baby was hungry.
After I left Gavin’s room, padded down the hallway. The mansion sounded so quiet without there being any staff or guests lingering around. Gavin gave everyone the night off last night and made them all stay elsewhere so we could have the entire place to ourselves. Not that it was necessary. He had an entire wing of the mansion for himself, and it’s not like anyone could hear anything going on from his bedroom, but I wasn’t going to argue with him. I enjoyed having Gavin all to myself for the night without any interruptions.
I wondered what time everyone would be returning; it’s not like they’d stay away all day, and plus, I missed Nan. I needed some time with my best friend so we could catch up on everything. I need to know everything that’s happened since I’ve been gone for the last few weeks.
I hadn’t seen her in about 3 weeks, and so much had changed. She went from not trusting Chester to being engaged to him and adopting a baby. I needed to know every detail of that story.
I stepped into the kitchen, planning on cooking something quick for breakfast, but froze when I saw a very shirtless and extremely hot Gavin standing over the stove, frying some eggs and bacon. His back was turned towards me, so he hadn’t heard me come in yet… or at least he didn’t make any notion that he did hear me entering. I took a moment to allow my gaze to linger on him; his strong and smooth back, nothing but my scratches marking him up. His rounded and muscular butt that fit in his sweatpants perfectly and made my mouth go completely dry. I wanted to reach my hands in his pants and take more of what was mine. 3
The fact that he was still here… that he hadn’t left me, made my heart skip a beat.
The se pot beeped just as he finished scrambling the eggs. He turned off the stove and started to plate the food.
Just as he turned to the coffee pot, he paused when he saw me standing in the doorway. His eyes met mine for the slightest of moments, his gaze soft and filled with a love that I realized I had never experienced before. His gaze traveled down to my body, and I saw his eyes darken with what I knew to be lust and a primal need only a mate could feel.
“You’re wearing my shirt,” he said, his tone strained as if it pained him to speak at all.
My cheeks flushed as I glanced down at the shirt and then back at him.
“Yeah, sorry. I didn’t have any clothes in your room and-”
Before I could finish that sentence, he closed the gap between us and took me into his arms, his lips finding mine. He kissed me deeply, his tongue pushing into my mouth and taking his fill of me. I couldn’t help but moan into his mouth as I melted against him. His arms around me kept me from falling to the ground. He broke the kiss briefly as his lips trailed across my jaw and down the nape of my neck.
He inhaled deeply and let out a shuddering breath, leaving me trembling and aching for him.
“Don’t ever apologize for wearing my clothes,” he said in a sultry tone. “I love it when you’re covered in my scent. I almost want to throw away all your clothes and only have you wear mine going forward.”
Het out a breathy chuckle.
“I love being covered in your scent, too,” I tell him, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling myself closer to him. “But some of my clothes were expensive, and I’d prefer if you didn’t throw them away.”
