Chapter 12
Cal woke in his favorite place, with his face planted between Natalya’s breasts and her arms wrapped around his head. They were amazing breasts, as he’d taken great opportunity to study last night, but that wasn’t it anymore. It was the intimacy of his nose pressed against the center of her chest. She smelled warm and ocean clean. She smelled of s*x but she also, somehow, smelled of passion. Of heart.
She had given herself completely to him last night. It had been intimate but it had also been true. There was no longer any denying what there was between them. He needed her even more than he needed to bake. Besides, he didn’t have to be in Eagle Cove to bake. There were bakeries in Portland, good ones, places he wouldn’t mind working…if they weren’t in Portland.
“Hey, Natalya.
