Chapter 147 - Only For You

He was definitely dreaming and he didn't want to wake up from it. He cuddled with Katherine in her bed, his chest pressed up against her warm back and it felt like a boon. He had been crushing on this woman for months at a stretch. These things didn't happen in real life, especially to people in his profession who met with nothing but betrayal when they opened their hearts to people. His head was buried in her hair, and he imagined that the friction from the pillow and his constant running of fingers through her would cause some really bad knots to form. 

He reminded himself that it was too early for him to have her again. He was mildly surprised when he felt her turn towards him, her face now pressed against his n.a.k.e.d chest. He didn't know if she had woken up or was getting close to the source of warmth. His confusion was soon cleared when her hand rested smoothly over his ass. He wanted to chuckle, but he was stunned by her boldness. This was what he loved most about her. She was a strange amalgamation of brazen and shy. She was emotional and cold at the same time, not to him but others around him. 

"You have a one-track mind," Cage told her, kissing her head. She moved back a little and shot her chin up, barely missing his. She looked at him with her doe-like eyes, mischief sparling in them. 

"I'm a sinner, baby. But your hard c.o.c.k against my stomach tells me that you want the same thing." The smirk on her face was evil and he almost imagined her coaxing her hand between their bodies and grabbing onto his c.o.c.k to show him just what she meant. Thankfully, she didn't do that. This would have turned into a very different conversation otherwise. 

"Ah, you're being extremely naughty right now. Hmm, I suppose I will have to take my shower alone." As expected, her expression was beyond hilarious. She was pouting and Cage could say that it was a bit extreme. "Little duckling, I am kidding," he chuckled. He just had to put her out of her misery. "We are both human and if we go without food, f.u.c.k.i.n.g like bunnies with no sense I don't think we will survive past today. We will die of dehydration and hunger!" 

"You're right, we should eat." She said it like she really didn't want to move but that she was being forced to. "What do you want me to make?" She asked, sitting up and using her than to put her hair up in a bun. Cage watched with rapt attention before answering her. 

"Don't make anything. Let's order in. I don't want you to work like a slave." Katherine couldn't help but smile. She would have loved to cook something for him all the time, but if he insisted, she would let her tired limbs rest and just order in. "You can cook for me another time. Let's have something plain for now." He leaned in to kiss her cheek. 

"I'll cook for you at the cabin, actually." He raised his brow. 

"I thought we were going to take a barrel of fruits and just eat that." It was the truth. Not that he had thought much about the trip apart from spending every waking moment with her. 

"As cute as that sounds, I don't want to come back looking like a skinny stick. You have a lot of muscle mass and will only look better, but me? I will look malnutritioned if my water weight goes away." His eyes widened in terror. He would have lept and held on to the softness of her waist as if to protect it if he hadn't controlled himself. 

"I like you just the way you are. We don't want you to starve. I will personally cook nutritious meals to ensure you stay healthy and well-fed."

"I like you too," he said with a silly look in her eyes. He ruffled her hair and rummaged through the bag Stephen had brought for some clothes. 

"Does spaghetti and meatballs sound good for you?" she asked. He hummed. From the corner of her eyes, he saw her press the phone to her ears. She ratted off an order even without looking for the menu and he knew that she frequently ordered from this place. 

"You're easy to please," she commented once she had hung up the phone. 

"Than I am." Damn right, you are, she thought smugly. She crawled on all fours, nearing his butt, which was lusciously in front of her eyes as he bent over to search for clothes from his duffle bag. She slightly slapped his ass, surprising him. He turned, his eyes wide in shock. 

"What, you said you are easy?" she told him innocently. He shook his head with a small smile on his face and replied. 

"Yes, only for you." Mhhm. And it would stay that way if she had a say in the matter. 

"I'm only easy for you, too," She placed her palm on her chin, suspending her boy on her elbows and watching him pick out everything. He pulled out his toiletries and she dipped forward to take a look at them. 

"I like it that way." Great, they were on equal footing. There couldn't be a better outcome. 

"You don't use extremely expensive products as I had imagined." She turned the bottles to take a look at the ingredients.

"Yeah, actually, the secret to my beauty is the phenomenal genes my parents passed on to me and the home remedies my mother puts me through when I go home every week for family lunch and dinner."

"What do you mean home remedies?" She asked curiously. Her hair was looking a little lifeless recently, she wouldn't mind using Mama Cavanaugh's remedies to get some life back in them.

"She used curd, flour, and turmeric for my skin once. It really stained my skin for a couple of days and she realized that the turmeric she had brought from the store at a cheaper price wasn't good quality. The raw eggs and vinegar for the hair actually work wonders, even though they smell abhorrent." He shuddered.