Love's Second Chance (Second Chances Series) by L.P. Dover Page B

to sleep eight years ago, but this time she wouldn’t be leaving me like she did then. I planned on having her in my arms for the rest of my life … if she’d have me. Only when I knew she was ready would I ask her.
    Actually, it dawned on me that Korinne was nowhere to be found. The smell of bacon and eggs permeated the air with its fine aroma, and my stomach growled in protest. Throwing on a pair of boxers I followed the smell to the kitchen. Korinne had her back to me, deeply engaged with whatever she was doing, so I decided to sneak up behind her …
    “Gotcha!”
    “Ahhh!” she screamed, and in the process of that scream she smacked me in the face with a spatula full of soft and fluffy cream cheese icing. “Holy shit, Galen … I’m so sorry!” Korinne shrieked.
    I stood there frozen, frosting running down my face, while her bewildered expression turned slowly into amusement. She burst out laughing and doubled over, holding her stomach. I wonder if she’d find it funny if I doused her with icing , I thought. Korinne’s eyes went wide when she saw me taking slow, predatory steps toward her with a glint in my eye. She shook her head and frantically began moving away from me. “Don’t you dare!” she commanded forcefully, holding the sticky spatula out like a weapon.
    “Or what?” I countered back, taunting her. She wasted no time in taking off, circling around the table while I chased after her. Not moving fast enough, I grabbed her around the waist, tackling her to the floor. “You can’t escape me, Korinne.”
    Rubbing my icing-covered face all over hers, I laughed. She squealed and tried desperately to fight me off, but it was no use.
    Breathing hard, and looking sexy as hell, I couldn’t stop staring at her. “I think it might be a good thing I can’t escape. I love being in your clutches,” Korinne admitted.
    Peering down at her luscious lips, I noticed they were covered in frosting. I leaned down as if I was going to kiss her, but instead I licked the icing off. She giggled the whole time, but then pushed me off. “Happy Birthday!” she yelled while I took her hand and helped her up off the floor. She glided to the kitchen and revealed the masterpiece that called for the delicious frosting. I couldn’t believe I didn’t notice it when I came into the kitchen. “You thought I’d forgotten, didn’t you?” she asked while holding up the cake.
    I shrugged nonchalantly, not wanting her to know that it meant a lot to me that she remembered. “I wasn’t too worried about it,” I said, playing it off.
    She looked at me skeptically. “Yeah, somehow I don’t believe that. I think I remember you looking forward to those red velvet cakes you got every year. You were like a little boy at Christmas when it came to your birthday.”
    “Fine, you caught me,” I huffed playfully. “So since I’m the birthday boy does that mean you have to do everything I say?”
    Narrowing her eyes, she chewed on her bottom lip. “That depends. What do you have in mind?” She took a swipe of frosting from the bowl and slowly licked it from her finger. My groin instantly hardened at the sight, and I watched as her eyes trailed from my face all the way down to my hard cock.
    “How about we have sex all day?” I requested while raising my eyebrows.
    She laughed and threw a soapy dishrag at me, but I ducked and it flew right past me. “As much as that sounds like fun, I don’t think that’s going to work.”
    “And why is that?” I demanded gruffly.
    “Because I have plans to cook you dinner and I can’t do that if we’re in bed,” she said, rolling her eyes.
    “Who says we have to be in a bed?” I pushed on the table to test its weight. “Yep, I think the table will hold us,” I said, grinning in amusement.
    She looked like she was contemplating it, but then her eyes went wide and she gasped excitedly. “It’s snowing!” I turned around quickly to see what she was looking at. Huge, white