Cabin Glow: A New Adult and College Romance (The Billionaire Romance Redemption Series Book 3) by Bella Love-Wins Page B

secret recipe.”
    “Alright.” He sat at one of the place settings and faced her.
    She pulled out two serving bowls and began to fill them with pasta, then the sauce.
    “Do you enjoy cooking?” He asked. “Or is it more of a chore?”
    She placed the serving bowls on the table, and went looking for serving spoons. “I think I enjoyed it more when I cooked for Dad and me, or when family came over. It’s less fun cooking for myself. How about you?”
    “It’s a chore. But I have to eat, so I do my best. I can usually manage four meals a week. I cook on days when the housekeeper isn’t here. She usually makes me a few dishes, and in enough of a batch so I’ve got leftovers.”
    “Nice.”
    “Beats frozen dinners for sure.”
    “I can imagine.” She placed the two serving spoons in the dishes. “Alright. Dinner is served! Hope you like it.”
    “I’m positive I will. Thank you.”
    “You’re welcome,” she answered, sitting on the opposite side of the table. “Let’s eat.”
    “This smells so good.” He took a bite. “Mmmm. Tastes great too.”
    Abby dug in too. She thought of asking him more about himself, but was worn out from the flight and her readings. They had a quiet meal, with the odd small talk as they ate. When they were full, Andrew insisted on clearing the table.
    “So tell me more about yourself, Abby.” He asked as he filled the dishwasher.
    Abby smiled. The kitchen had to be the place Andrew was most at ease to talk.  “There isn’t much about me that you don’t already know. I’m a pretty simple nut. What would you like to know?”
    “Anything you’re comfortable sharing.”
    Sitting on the stool, she watched in amazement as the man moved about the vast off-whiteness of his stocked kitchen with the grace of a panther in the wilds of Africa.
    “Cat got your tongue?”
    She had been staring at him, and forgot what he had asked. “Sorry. A little distracted. What was the question again?”
    “Oh, nothing. Can I interest you in some dessert?”
    “ Now you’re talking.”
    “I make a mean ice cream sundae.”
    “Okay. Yes. I’d love one.”
    She held her gaze on his sexy ass as he reached for the ice cream in the freezer. He was dressed in a white t-shirt and dark sweat pants. It’s only then she noticed he had changed after the flight. God, he was the epitome of manliness, no matter what he wore. Even while wiping off counters and soaking pots and pans. And making her favorite food—dessert!
    He prepared the sumptuous looking ice cream sundae with adeptness. Chocolate sauce, whipping cream, and a cherry on top.
    Cherry on top. That got her thinking.
    With his back to her, she began to unbutton the front of her dress shirt. He was humming as he swung open the freezer door and rifled through the contents to find who knew what. From what she could see around his hulking frame of the sundae, it was the largest and most all-encompassing sundae she had ever had the pleasure of witnessing. Meanwhile, she stripped off her top and bra and slipped out of her jeans. She tiptoed up behind him and wrapped her arms around his thick, ripped stomach.
    He froze. “Hun?”
    She smirked at his use of pet-name. They hadn’t been together for a week, but it sounded so natural. It only made her feel warmer toward him.
    “Yes?”
    “Are those your breasts in my back?”
    “Yes.”
    “And, against my thighs… am I feeling…”
    “Yes,” I answered for him.
    He turned in her embrace, looking down at her. Looking down at her breasts, actually. His eyes dilated and darkened. All thoughts of the sundae melted away as his heated gaze swept over her.
    “You are almost naked.”
    “Yes.” Stating the obvious was a great sign. It meant he wasn’t thinking, he was reacting. And with a man this hot acting on impulse, things always led somewhere brilliant. Somewhere inspired.
    Tonight, like on the plane, was no exception. He placed his hands on her shoulders, then stroked down her sides and