Chapter Twenty-Six
She was in his kitchen, reading a recipe and reaching up to tie back her long hair. He could tell by the weight of it that it really wasn’t manageable but more something that was a part of her, that made up who she was. Maybe that was why he couldn’t stop himself from touching her. Her hair, he loved running his hands over it, through it, and holding her to him while he kissed her, tasted her. He couldn’t get the idea of her on her knees before him out of his mind, her long tresses fisted in his hand as he held her there. It was a thought that nearly brought him to his knees, but it was something that couldn’t happen yet. He couldn’t push, he couldn’t rush. Naomi was the kind of girl he needed to give time, and then he would have her, all of her.
“So what are you makin
