Forever December by T. J. Michaels

Author:T. J. Michaels [T. J. Michaels]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Literature & Fiction, Romance, Paranormal, Contemporary Fiction, Holidays, Vampires
ISBN: 9781465892188
Amazon: B006K99EUM
Publisher: BENT WEST
Published: 2013-11-26T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Four

Melaniece woke with a yawn. A good stretch revealed deliciously sore muscles that wouldn’t mind another workout. She rolled over expecting to make contact with a solid chest and warm male flesh, but her fingers met nothing but cooling rumpled sheets. Sheets that smelled of hot sex and scrumptious male.

Wow, he’d put a serious loving down on her. She couldn’t recall ever wanting to be taken so desperately. Nor had she ever been so stuffed full of hard throbbing cock only to want to be filled some more. Just the thought of that wild romp brought all the wonderful emotions rolling back up to the forefront of her mind. And her body eagerly responded. Good god, this was crazy.

And where was Michael?

She tried to click on a lamp. Damn, still no power. One glance at the portable clock on the nightstand made her wish for a battery operated coffee maker. Her stomach immediately reminded her that the man she’d spent the morning loving had cooked her breakfast earlier. They’d just never gotten around to eating it.

Quickly showered and back in her lounge suit, Melaniece strode into the front rooms. Damn it, there he was again in her kitchen with nothing but a pair of dark blue lounge pants. What was he thinking by showing all that delicious skin and those fabulous piles of muscle? How the hell was she supposed to form a coherent sentence with his biceps flexing with such simple tasks as spreading peanut butter on a piece of bread, or his back muscles bunching as he pulled the refrigerator door open to retrieve the jam?

Good god, she was turning into a total nympho.

Before she could open her mouth, he turned and she practically drooled as his left pec danced before her eyes when he set a plate on the counter in front of her.

“Mel, you all right?”

“Uh, yeah, sure. Great. Food.”

He chuckled, following her line of sight to the rippling abs marching down his torso. “You like?” he asked, striking a Herculean pose.

“Oh, yeah,” she whispered. “I definitely like.” But she made no move to touch her food. He smiled. It lit up the room.

“Mel?”

“Huh?” Oh, god, she sounded like a halfwit. Who cared? Intelligence was overrated anyway.

“Breakfast, sweetheart. Late, but definitely worth it.”

“Uh-huh.”

“Come on, woman,” he sighed hopelessly, a thick erection beginning to rise to greet her. “You keep looking at me like that and you won’t eat again until dinner.”

Neither of them spoke during their meal. After eating the best peanut butter and jam sandwich she’d ever had, fresh-cut apples sprinkled with cinnamon and a small glass of cold milk, Melaniece rose from the breakfast table, took both their plates to the kitchen and placed them in the sink. Making a beeline for the spacious living room, she stretched out in her favorite spot on the rug in front of the fireplace, glad Michael had thought to stoke the flames earlier. She tossed a couple of heavy oak pieces into the flames and lay back with a contented sigh.

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