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  With the cheesecake in the fridge and the wine I brought poured, we dug in on our main dish. The steak Honey cooked in the slow-cooker was tender, and so were the roasted potatoes. I could write poetry about how good she cooked and it still wouldn’t be enough to describe just how wonderfully it hit the tongue and settled in the stomach.

  “Have you ever thought of being a chef?” I couldn’t help asking.

  Honey chewed on her food and contemplated. “I’ve always wanted to just venture in one field, you know? I love cooking and all because it gives me peace and eases the stress off.”

  I could hear the “but” even before it was said. “But?”

  “But it doesn’t give me the same thrill that racing does.”

  “What does racing feel like?”

  “I can’t explain it, not really. But it’s such a mix of emotions. My heart palpitates, and my stomach clenches from nerves before it all begins. But once I’m driving and calculating my moves, then letting instincts take over…it feels like nothing else on earth matters. It makes me feel like I’m flying, and…”

  “It’s like magic.”

  She looked at me in surprise. Then her eyes softened. “Yeah. It’s like magic.”

  We continued eating; the companionable silence sprinkled with talk that was surprisingly easy. I thought nerves and tension would get in the way, but we were just so in sync that it all faded into nothingness. Being with her made me comfortable—me, a person who was too problematic and thought of too many serious things in life. She made me feel at ease, then made me laugh when I was least expecting it.

  It was addictive. She was addictive.

  I had friends, but because I was pretty much a loner most of the time, they were limited. After my divorce from Tanya, Sara was the only friend I stayed in touch with, and we couldn’t exactly be called very close despite our sometimes-personal conversations. But Honey…it was like I’d known her for years, and that carried over as we kept talking and eating until we had our fill of cheesecake and wine. I volunteered to help with the dishes after, while Honey ended up teasing me by spraying bubbles on my face while I was washing.

  She was more comfortable with me now, as opposed to her previous behavior of avoiding me after she asked for space. Our skin brushed from time to time, and pretty soon I was bouncing back and forth between comfort and arousal. My body became confused, and I had to hide it from her as subtly as I could so she would know I wasn’t taking advantage.

  Finally, I got a shot of water sprayed on her dress, which had Honey shrieking. She glared and laughed, then excused herself to get changed. I shot her a smirk, but inwardly sighed in relief. I adjusted my pants which were suddenly tight, then sat down beside the counter and poured myself another glass of wine.

  I really should leave in a bit, because I didn’t think I could last much longer. It was already a miracle that I did this long.

  I waited for Honey to come back out from her room, which she did some ten minutes later. My eyes strayed to her tight sweat shorts and thin tank top, and the black material didn’t even…

  Holy—

  My eyes widened when I realized what I was looking at—tight, bouncing breasts barely concealed. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and her red hair now flowed around her shoulders.

  “I have to go,” I blurted out, standing up and almost spilling my wine all over my pants. Jesus.

  “Sit down. I have something to give you.”

  “Honey—”

  “Sit down, Gavin.” The firmness in her voice startled me and had me listening before I could stop myself. Then I was sitting down, avoiding looking at her and trying to focus on boring non sexy thoughts. I hoped this was quick.

  “What is it?”

  Her scent of jasmine came in the air again, and I sniffed and got caught in a daze. A warm weight was suddenly in front of me, and with a rush of blood, I realized it was Honey straddling me.

  My cock stood at attention immediately, something she caught as I watched her eyes flare and darken. She bit her lower lip, and a strangled sound came out of my throat.

  “Hmmm.”

  “What are you…?” My words sounded choked out. She kept biting her lip. Then she placed her hands on my chest in a gentle, suggestive caress.

  Goddamn.

  A sigh came out of Honey’s lips, her warm breath puffing against my already open mouth. She didn’t exactly press them together, but she might as well have for the distance it had—which was almost none.

  “Honey?”

  Without responding, Honey shifted on my lap, settling more firmly. The feel of her tight ass and soft thighs against mine set my body on fire, and I was practically shaking with it. I thought it would be the death of me.

  Until she started grinding softly.

  “Honey!”

  “Gavin,” she murmured. “I have something to tell you. Will you listen?”

  Seriously? I gave her an incredulous look, one she returned with a stubborn one.

  “What?” I bit out.

  “I’ve been thinking really hard these past few days,” she murmured, her lips lightly grazing my cheek before she settled on my ear. “Remember when I asked you to give me space?”

  “Yeah.” My mind tried to process what she was saying, but the words were slipping out one by one as she kept moving against me.

  “I have my answer now, and I wanted to show it to you.”

  For the life of me, I kept trying to think what her answer was, feeling dumb as my mind came up blank. My head buried into her neck, and my hands took her waist and just stayed there, torn between pushing her away for my own sanity and yanking her closer so I could grind back against her. Her chest pressed against mine, and belatedly, I began to comprehend that her nipples were pebbling and tight, rubbing against my shirt.

  She was going to be the death of me.

  Feeling my control crumble, I let go of my mind and just followed instinct, growling in defeat on the spot. Then I yanked her top down and devoured her breasts, using my tongue and fingers and teeth to make her moan out loud. A strangled laugh came out of her throat, similar to mine earlier, and I smirked.

  In retaliation, Honey ground harder against me until another realization dropped like a bomb.

  She wasn’t wearing any underwear.

  The world tilted. Whatever reasoning I had fled as I stood up and took her with me. My thigh nudged her legs apart. Then I was striping off her shorts and sitting her on the cold counter.

  She protested and gasped. “Gavin! It’s cold—”

  Her protest turned into a long moan when I bent down and plunged my tongue inside her tight channel.

  Her musk was amazing, and it filled the air. I was intoxicated and roaring for more, and I eagerly ate her out, steeped in her taste. Her continuous moans and cries kept urging me on, and all I knew was that I wanted any restraint on her end to be wiped out until she fully let herself go.

  Her hands went to my hair, at first to pull me off. But I kept at it, licking every inch of her that I could, inserting my finger in when she was wetter. She ended up tugging my head closer, her body moving in rhythm with my tongue thrusts.

  “Gavin,” she whined softly, her voice like melting butter. “I was supposed to show you how I feel. My…” Another moan came out. “My answer.”

  “Let me show you how I feel first,” I rasped. It was a miracle I could even talk.

  She tasted so damn good, and I found myself even more eager for her. More sounds were coming out of her mouth now, unintelligible words as she writhed against me. It only made me harder, and I could feel my shaft practically cry out in my pants with the want to be let out. I ignored it, biding my time as I quickened my pace.

  Honey’s moans turned into sobs, and she began calling out my name. It sounded like pure heaven on her lips, and soon her body was bucking as she exploded for me. I lapped everything up, sucking to the very end until her hands stopped tugging and her body relaxed. When her climax was finished, I stood back
up and kissed the corner of her mouth, waiting for her to meet my kiss. It was a slow, lazy kiss, and I drowned in it.

  “I don’t deserve you,” she murmured softly, hands going around my neck.

  I leaned against her. “I think it’s the other way around.”

  Silence filled the air, along with our sharp breathing. I was completely satisfied, even if I hadn’t had an orgasm yet. I could always take care of it later. What she said earlier before I got distracted with pleasing her came to mind again, and I nuzzled her neck.

  “What were you going to say again?”

  Honey giggled. “I think you already know that.”

  I looked up and met her gaze. “I do?”

  Her eyes softened. Then she said the words that pretty got me hard again and melted my soul at the same time.

  “Yes. That I’m in love with you, Gavin.”

  I didn’t even hesitate. “Right back at you, Honey York.”

  She hugged me even tighter, and I felt her sigh of contentment right on my neck. Then I felt her hand touching my erection—fingers rubbing my tip.

  “And what do you think you are doing?”

  Honey smirked. “Did you actually think I was going to leave you hanging?”

  I laughed. Then I pulled her in and proceeded to deepen our kiss.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

  HONEY

  “What do I stir in next?”

  Gavin’s nerves were clear in his voice, and it was so amusing that it had me trying to stifle a smile. His brows were furrowed, and his lips were pursed in concentration as he stirred in steady, circular motions in the pan.

  “Chives. Then just add in the sour cream,” I said easily.

  I watched as Gavin nodded his head stiffly, then followed my instructions in precise movements. It was amazing how he could follow instructions to a T—but then again, with his work, he had to be precise at all times.

  He was trying to make mashed potatoes, an old recipe I had that we both decided to spruce up with a couple of new spices. It really smelled good so far from where I was sitting, and I couldn’t wait to give it a try. I sifted through the magazine I had in hand and tried relaxing on the couch, only calling out instructions when Gavin specifically asked. The urge to hover was intense, but I knew it would just get to him all the more, and he really wanted to do this by himself.

  There was some clanking in the kitchen, followed by a muttered curse. I almost burst out laughing but pressed my lips together, pausing from my reading as I craned my head.

  “Everything okay there?”

  “Yes,” he called out. Then the clanking continued.

  I didn’t smell anything burning, so I didn’t move and let him be, and soon I was absorbed in an article about some organizational bedroom hacks that I might just need to try out soon. I was pretty bored, with the major races now done and my next minor race not until a month from now.

  “It’s ready.”

  I looked up at Gavin’s voice, then wandered over to the dining room where he insisted we should eat. It was dim now, the lights turned off and only candles all over the table lighting it up. My smile widened when I eyed the mashed potatoes in a bowl, along with some pork teriyaki that he made. There was also a round cheesecake which he made from scratch—cookie dough cheesecake, he proudly announced.

  “Wow. Are you trying to take over my cooking from now on?” I joked.

  Gavin grinned, and it made my heart drop, then revive and beat faster. His smile always did get me, and he didn’t even know it yet.

  “I just wanted to be the cook for once—and to do it properly.”

  He was too sweet for his own good, really.

  We sat down and ate, and it was accompanied with the story of Gavin’s client’s latest antics—in particular, running away from him in the mall so she could hang out with her boyfriend. I grinned as he got to the part where he found them making out by the fountain, then running off when they spotted him. Gavin’s client was the teenage daughter of a wealthy businessman, recommended by Sara who was the businessman’s partner in a business project.

  “And how long did it take you to find them?” I asked in between making noises about how delicious all the food was.

  “An hour later,” he grumbled. “I didn’t let her out of my sight after that.”

  “So mean,” I teased.

  “I treated them to lunch.”

  “Mean and sweet.” I leaned over and kissed him on the cheek, then jerked back with a giggle when he attempted to kiss me on the mouth. I winked. “Stop. If you kiss me right now, we’re never going to finish dinner.”

  Gavin smirked. “Why?”

  “Because you can’t resist me,” I shot back. “And you’re going to sweep everything from this table and break all the dishes again just so you can have sex with me.”

  “That was a one-time thing.”

  “Those were fine and pretty dishes,” I said.

  “So you didn’t like me taking you on the table?”

  My mind flashed to the memory of that moment—our bodies tangled and sweaty, me begging Gavin to slide his fingers deeper as he brought me to orgasm. Then he’d been sliding his cock in and fucking me right then and there, and it had been so aggressive and urgent that it took over us completely.

  The thought alone had me sweating, and I could feel a certain throbbing in between my legs. Gavin’s observant eyes watched me, and I crossed my legs and affected a calm expression. “Maybe next time, when the table’s empty.”

  That was a complete lie, of course. Nothing could stop me from wanting him, and it was amazing because we’d been together in the longest relationship I had—the only relationship I had, actually. We had a lot of bumps along the way, but here we were now, almost a year after our confession and still going strong.

  And still wanting each other more than ever.

  We kept taking teasing jabs until dessert, when he probed about my racing schedule and if I had any time after my next minor race. I thought about it, running through my mind my photo shoot schedules as well as the practices that Sara already planned out. Then suspicion arose, and I raised a brow at Gavin.

  “Are you asking me to go on vacation with you, by any chance?”

  Gavin raised a brow back. “Did I say that?” he asked innocently.

  I eyed him watchfully, but his face didn’t give anything away. Then I was distracted by the first bite of cheesecake, which was just about as divine as it looked and melted in my mouth. I closed my eyes at the second bite and savored it.

  “Oh, my God. This is so good. So good.”

  Gavin nodded. “I’m glad you think so.”

  There was something off in his tone, which had me opening my eyes again. His brows were furrowed again like when he was in the kitchen earlier, and the sudden switch of mood was puzzling. I was about to ask him what was wrong when something hit my tooth and had me wincing. Then it had me startled, because it felt like a rock had gotten in Gavin’s cooking. Oh, he was going to be so pissed.

  I slipped out the object. “Don’t overreact, but…” I trailed off and stared at the object on my palm, unable to believe what I was seeing.

  Oh. Oh.

  It was…gold—a gold band, to be specific, with simple, clean lines and some tiny diamonds lining the sides. There was a bigger diamond in the middle, sparkling up at me and making me gasp. My eyes widened, thinking that maybe someone dropped it here.

  Then realization rushed like a wave and my stomach dropped.

  “Gavin?”

  “Marry me, Honey.”

  Oh, my God.

  “Oh, my Lord.”

  It all happened too fast—one minute, he was still sitting down, and the next he was kneeling in front of me and holding my hand with the ring. Those dark eyes of his pinned me in place, and I could see so much emotion in them that it just took my breath away. But above all, there was patience—the kind of steady, supportive patience that told me he would still be here even if I rejected his proposal,
would still be by my side no matter what.

  He’d been married before and had been hurt, which was why I never broached the topic with him. But to have him risk it all now, for me…that was it. That was it for me.

  It had me falling too deeply to ever go back.

  I urged him up, then stood up, too. Not breaking our gazes, I opened his hand and placed the ring there, watching as sadness flickered in his gaze when I didn’t say anything.

  God, I couldn’t possibly love this man more, but here he was proving the impossible.

  “I’ll marry you, Gavin.”

  The sadness cleared, and a burst of joy entered that gaze. Then his mouth slowly lifted into a smile, one that was so rough and sexy that I just had to stand on tiptoe and pull him down for a long, lingering kiss. His mouth devoured mine, and we lost ourselves in that intimate moment. Belatedly, I felt his thumb rubbing my cheek and realized that there were tears falling. Embarrassed, I pulled back.

  “I’m going to turn into a blubbering mess now,” I warned.

  “Come here,” he murmured. He lowered his mouth to mine and kissed me some more, distracting me from the crying enough to kiss him back. We stayed like that for a while, our dessert forgotten before I felt him take my fingers. He broke the kiss first, albeit regretfully.

  We both watched as he slid the ring on my finger, where it fit perfectly and sparkled rather cheekily. I grinned down at it. Then I grinned up at him, unable to believe I could be this happy. My heart was about to burst out of my chest.

  But it didn’t matter because I wouldn’t have it any other way.

  “Sex?” I blurted out.

  Gavin grinned, eyes gleaming.

  “Sex,” he murmured in a hungry tone.

  And that was how we capped the wonderful night off.

  Loving each other.

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  Chapter One

  Abby Walker nervously wet her lips with the tip of her tongue. Once again, she tried to remind herself that she had no reason to be nervous. She had a plan, she could put it into action, she could carry it out.