But he didn’t give a fuck seeing he had her ass in his hands, the insides of her thighs pressed to his hips and her hands at each side of his head.

She moved her thumbs along his cheeks, her eyes watching, doing this murmuring, “Stubble.”

“Carrie,” was all he could force out.

Her gaze caught his. “I want the beard back, sweetie. Will you grow it for me?”

He’d walk through hell for her so it went without saying he’d grow his beard back for her.

“Yeah,” he replied.

Her eyes went soft as her lips curved up.

She gave him that look for a beat before she said softly, “Still taking care of me.”

She meant the groceries.

“Don’t fight it,” he advised.

“Tell me you’re gonna eat some of them and I won’t.”

With that she meant she wanted him around.

He smiled at her. “Generic ketchup sucks.”

That was when she smiled at him.

So that was when he was done with their conversation and he communicated that by sliding a hand from her ass up her back and into her hair, putting pressure on.

He didn’t need to. She tipped her face to him and gave him her mouth.

She might have been half asleep but she still had brushed her teeth.

She tasted fucking brilliant.

Though, she always did.

Still taking her mouth, he turned his back from the counter and planted her ass on it. She wound her legs around his hips as he dipped a hand up her nightshirt then down into her panties.

That got him a whimper as she pressed her heat against his crotch.

Fuck yes.

He broke the kiss but not the connection of their lips.

“You want coffee?” he asked.

“Yeah,” she answered, all breathy, something that made his dick, already getting hard, get harder.

“Breakfast?”

“Yeah.”

“Before or after I give you your fucking?”

With that, she pressed everything against him and tightened her arms around his shoulders.

“I think… after,” she said shyly, but did it still holding his eyes.

“Like your bed,” he muttered.

“Then let’s do it there,” she muttered back, sliding a hand into his hair to cup the back of his head.

“You got it, Butterfly,” he replied, lifted her off the counter, took her mouth, and, kissing her, walked her out of the kitchen and to her new bedroom.

She liked him kissing her. She got off on it. He liked it too, because she tasted good, she made noise, she gave back, and she also lost it so he was able to get her nightshirt off her with her barely noticing.

After that, he gave her his mouth in other places, taking her in this time and doing it lazy, like he didn’t do in his bed at the Compound or in her shower.