He stood behind me, his hands on my stomach, his face in my neck. “Are you hungry?”
I knew why he’d asked.
There was an entire spread that had been set up on a table with flutes of champagne, small sandwiches, fruit, salad, even dessert.
“Hungry?” I sighed. “More like blown away.”
“This is nothing.” He kissed up my shoulder, around my throat, and to my ear. “You have no idea the things I’m going to do for you.”
I turned and wrapped my arms around him. “What made you think of this?”
He chuckled. “I saw you rubbing your neck while we were in Vegas. You do that whenever you sit for too long. I wanted to ease some of that pain.”
My head shook from side to side. “You’re observant.”
“Just with you.” He kissed me. “Because I can’t take my f*****g eyes off you.”
There were times I felt th
