Only Mine (Honey Mountain #5)(54)

“Wow. This looks so good,” I groaned when I took a bite of bacon.

“Not much of a cook, huh?”

“Not really. I mean, I know how to. I just don’t do it often.”

He nodded and reached for his glass of juice.

“So, what happens now?” I asked, because we hadn’t really discussed that.

“What do you want to happen?”

“Well, I wouldn’t mind doing it again.” I held my hands up when he started to push to his feet. “Not today. I have to leave.”

“I see. You didn’t get enough, huh?” He smirked.

“Don’t get all cocky. You’re the one who claimed you don’t cuddle, yet you wrapped your body around mine for the few hours we slept. You’re like a Hot Pocket, by the way. You kept me really warm and toasty.”

“I run hot.” He forked some eggs and popped them into his mouth.

“You sure do.”

“So, we keep things going when you get back until we don’t feel like it anymore. I’m fine with that if you are.”

“I like that. I’m sure one more time will be all we need, and then we can go back to hating one another.”

“Who said I stopped?” A wicked smile spread across his face.

“Don’t worry, big, bad Wolf. I hate you, too.” I didn’t. And I knew he didn’t hate me. But it kept things less complicated by pretending that we did.

“Maybe we should have a safe word. You know, so if one of us is over it, we can just say the word, and then we don’t have to have the awkward conversation,” he said.

“Yes. That’s very Navy SEAL of you. It’s like a covert operation. Did you have a lot of safe words when you were with the Navy?” I spread strawberry jam on my toast.

“No. Not even one.” He chuckled.

“Such a buzzkill. Fine. How about Idwy?”

“Idwy? What the hell is that?”

“It’s an acronym for I’m done with you.”

“I don’t like it,” he said. “It’s a little harsh. I don’t want to be a total dick.”

I rolled my eyes. “I love that you think you’ll be using the word first. I was practically over you already this morning. If you hadn’t pulled out your impressive pork, I’d probably already be gone.”

His laughter bellowed around the small dining space, and seeing him laugh was intoxicating. Like watching a grizzly bear surrender to a rabbit. It just didn’t seem natural—yet it was a beautiful phenomenon.

“I’ve got some more impressive pork for you.” He raised a brow.

“Yeah? We don’t have time, do we?”

“You’re taking a helicopter home, Minx. We can pick what time you leave.”

“Look at you… You’re so not ready for me to go, are you?” I teased, but I squeezed my thighs together at the thought of having him once more before I left.

“I’ll survive. How about Winx?”

“Winx?”

“Our safe word. Wolf and Minx—Winx. When we’re done, we’ll just say the word. It’s not too harsh, and it seems fitting.”

“I’m good with it. Now take me to bed and have your way with me, you cocky bastard.”

Wolf moved so fast that he startled me, even though I’d been the one to suggest it. He had me scooped into his arms, and he practically ran to the bedroom before dropping me onto the bed.

“Someone’s a little eager,” I said over my laughter.

He unbuttoned the lone button on his dress shirt and then stared down at my naked body beneath him. I didn’t squirm. I liked the way he looked at me. It made me feel powerful and wanted.

“So, a few ground rules.” His hands cupped my breasts.

“How very mature of you to get me naked, grab my knockers, and then make up the rules.”

“You’re fucking funny,” he said as he leaned down and nipped at my earlobe.

“And you’re fucking manipulative,” I moaned when his lips moved down my neck. “What are your rules?”

He pulled back. “They’re simple. When you’re fucking me, you aren’t fucking anyone else.”

“Same goes for you.” I reached for his hair and tugged him down to my mouth.

He kissed me hard before pulling back to look at me. “Deal. And I’m not fucking kidding, Minx. I don’t share.”

“Do you make all your ladies agree to this rule when you have them naked in your bed?”

His jaw ticked, and his eyes bore into mine. “No. I don’t make it a habit of being with the same woman repeatedly. I had women I’d see when I’d come home from missions, but this is… different.”

I nodded. “I’ll bet you did. And I can get on board with these terms.”

“No ex that’s going to be waiting for you when you get back to Honey Mountain?” He purred as his lips moved across my shoulder bone.

“No,” I whispered. “When I break up with men, I don’t go back for more. When I’m done, I’m done.”

His mouth claimed mine, and I couldn’t think straight.

He was the only man who’d ever consumed me in this way.

So, I’d go with it while it lasted.