Wait With Me (Wait With Me, #1)

by Amy Daws

A few minutes later, Miles is back and has a couple of bottles of water, a bucket of beer, an order number on a stand, and a basket of steaming breadsticks. He sets them down in front of me and says, “I had to kill a guy for these.” “I hope you didn’t get blood on them,” I nearly growl as I grab one of the long, swirled golden sticks and instantly pop it in my mouth like a savage. I’m too impatient to even dip in the marinara sauce at this point. “Mmmm,” I groan, my eyes closing as I bite off another chunk and nearly orgasm over the taste. “You are my murderous hero.” I stuff another buttery bite in my mouth, continuing to moan my appreciation. Once I’ve finished an entire breadstick, I finally open my eyes to find Miles staring at me. His jaw is slack, and his hands are frozen in place on the armrests of the chair. He hasn’t grabbed a beer out of the ice bucket, and he’s not eating. He hasn’t even opened a bottle of water. He’s just…staring. “Jesus, now what?” I ask, slicking my tongue across my lower lip to catch the dribble of garlic butter on the run. “You are a walking, fucking tease, you know that?” he states with a shake of his head. He grabs a beer, twists the cap off, and drinks half the bottle in one go. “How so?” I ask with a laugh, my mouth still full of doughy goodness. “I just stuffed my face with a breadstick like some sort of prepubescent child on the run from fat camp.” “Then sign me up for fat camp,” he replies and takes another swig.

Miles and Kate had the best chemistry! He loved her dirty sense of humor and she loved his masculine, wholesome energy. What I love most about this couple is they are both very normal, everyday, relatable characters.