“And you’ll do all the cooking.”
“Cross my heart.” He actually might have if he’d had a free hand. But one of them was still holding mine. And the other-and his arm along with it-had somehow managed to encircle my shoulders. “No cooking.” I swear he knew what the sound of those long, deliciousooooo ’s did to me, because he leaned in close and murmured them against my lips.
Could I argue with logic like that?
“When do we start? Not before tomorrow. Or should I say today?” I glanced at the clock over on the bookcase-it was nearly time for the sun to be up. “Tonight we have dessert class.”
“Aye, dessert!” Jim moved a hairsbreadth closer, and my eyes drifted shut when his mouth came down on mine. “I was thinking we could get started on dessert right now.”
Miranda Bliss
