Clint grinned. “Oh it cooks all right,” he said and wiggled his eyebrows. “Why don’t you be a good girl and pour us some wine out of that bottle I opened on the counter while I finish this.”
“What is it that smells so good?” she asked as she moved to pour them wine.
“It was a casserole in the freezer with instructions on it. It looks like a concoction of ham, potatoes, cheese and onions.”
“It smells delicious.”
“And it is ready,” he said as the timer went off.
She watched as he slid the oven open and bent over to take out the casserole. There was nothing hidden from her in that pose. She bit her lip to keep from giggling. She turned and snagged the filled wineglasses after tucking the corked wine bottle under her arm, and headed toward the table.
“Did you see this?” she asked as Clint followed her with the casserole.
“Yeah, we’ll definitely have to come back here again.”
The agent they’d given the show to earlier had mentioned she’d left something on the table. Something turned out to be a plate of chocolate-covered strawberries, both white and milk and maybe a few dark thrown in. There was another bottle of wine. Her eyes got teary when she saw the label had their names and wedding date on it with Happy Anniversary in big, bold print.
“I thought you might want to keep that bottle as a souvenir,” he whispered as he placed the hot casserole on the table.
She nodded her head, too touched at the gesture to say anything.
“Come here,” he whispered and she turned to burrow into him. “Have I told you lately how much I love you?” He crooned the words to her like he often did. Rod Stewart had sung the same words as they danced at their wedding. He just held her close and swayed them to the music they were only hearing in their heads.
“I remember the first time Jonas invited me to his house for the weekend. I was half tempted to say no but I went anyway. Then I looked up and saw you walking across the beach toward me and I swear my heart just stopped.”
“Then I looked at you,” she prompted, knowing this story well and loving it more every time he shared it.
“You looked at me and I thought my heart was going to beat right out of my chest.”
“I smiled.”
“And the rest of the world faded away.”
“And you turned and ran into the water,” she added with a giggle.
“Because I didn’t want to scare you off with just how happy I was to meet you.”
She laughed again and kissed his jaw. “I saw you and immediately thought, ‘he’s the one. I’ve waited my whole life to meet this man.’”
“I’m glad you waited.”
“Me too.”
They swayed for a few more minutes, both lost in memories. Then he pulled back and took her hand. “Hungry?”
“Starved.” She glanced at the table. “There’s only one place setting. Did you plan to eat while I slept upstairs?”
“No.” He scooped her up and sat in the chair with her on his lap. “I planned to hold you close and let us take turns feeding each other. No time here. No rush. Just a chance for us to slow down and savor every moment.”
She sighed. Clint was Mr. Romance. And it wasn’t an act. He was always saying or doing little things that showed her how much he loved her. Notes in her briefcase. Flowers sent for no reason at all. Reservations for dinner in the middle of the week. Sometimes he would even set an alarm to go off on her phone so that a message would scroll across the screen saying I love you.
She leaned forward, taking the plate and scooping some of the food onto it to cool. Then she reached for one of the wineglasses. “Here’s to savoring every minute of this week.”
She lifted the glass and took a drink then held it to his lips. She purposely let a little dribble over his lip and leaned it to lick it off. She felt his cock twitch under her ass and smiled. He hadn’t sought any pleasure for himself during their earlier shower. So, after the nap, he would be ready to go. What should she plan to explore with him later tonight?
She sat the glass back on the table and reached to uncover one side of the plate of strawberries. Selecting a milk chocolate one, she brought it to his lips and let him have the first bite.
“Tempting me into sin?” He wiggled his brows again and took a big bite.
“Nothing between us is sin.” She brought the rest of the strawberry to her mouth and ate it before turning to drop the leafy top back on the plate and selecting another one. White chocolate this time.
“If you had to pick your ultimate fantasy pertaining to us, what would it be?” She held the berry out and saw him thinking as he took a bite.