Cougar's Luck (Pacific Northwest Cougars Book 2) by Moxie North Page B

only be chocolates.
    “This is festive,” he remarked.
    “Well, it is the honeymoon suite,” she laughed.
    “Very true,” he said, his voice dropping low. “What can I do for you, Mrs. Hayes?”
    “Hmm, I could use a bath. I’m feeling a little gritty from our run earlier.”
    Without a word, Everett carried her towards the bathroom, which was the only other door in the room. Seeing a large soaking tub with a wide tile surround he sat her gently down, kissing the tip of her nose.
    Spying an artfully arranged grouping of candles, he fished into his pocket for a pack of matches he’d grabbed at the chapel. He turned on the tub faucets with a twist, added some complimentary bath salts and bubble bath, then lit the candles. Once he was happy with his set up, he went to the wall and flicked off the lights.
    “What are you up to Mr. Hayes?” Layla was loving watching him prep each thing that he thought would make her happy. His consideration for her was surprising since she’d never had that before from any man.
    “Giving my mate what she asked for. A bath,” he explained, pulling her to her feet and reaching around to find her zipper. He slowly pulled it down as he placed kisses along her collarbone. Reaching the bottom of her back with the zipper, he let his hand slide into her dress cupping her ass.
    “And what do you need, Everett?”
    “I need my girl. I need her to be happy and content. I’ll stop at nothing to make sure she has that,” he said, as he shifted her dress off her shoulders. The dress fell to the floor in a puddle.
    “I am happy and content, Everett. But I need to know what I can do for you. I’ve never been so coddled, I feel like you’re giving and I’m just taking. It seems unfair,” she explained. Shit, she felt exposed admitting that to him. The chance that he would realize she was being selfish and stop what he was doing was a distinct possibility.
    “Don’t you know?” he asked, brushing her hair back from her face.
    She looked at him confused.
    “It’s been three hours and you’ve already made me a better man. How can that compare to a few bubbles and candles.”
    Crap, that hit straight to her heart. Layla felt her eyes well up, how on earth could she feel so much for this man so fast?
    “I love you, Everett. Truly, madly, deeply. All the way to my toes,” she said, a tear tracking down her cheek. She didn’t know if she was relieved saying it or freaked out. The feelings were there, she’d never felt them before, so they had to be love right?
    Everett raised his finger to catch the tear. He used it to brush over lips. “I love you too, Duchess. Down to my toes,” he told her then gave her a deep, toe curling, pussy clenching kiss. They hugged and held each other for a while. She would have been happy staying like that all night.
    “Bath time,” he said quietly.
    Looking up at him, she sniffed and nodded. Shit, she needed to get herself under control. Layla Klein did not cry naked in a bathroom. Wait, Layla Hayes, didn’t cry in bathrooms. That would be a change for her to remember.
    Everett helped her into the tub, then watched for a moment as she sank in and the relaxation washed over her features. She was so fucking beautiful in the candlelight, it wasn’t even fair. Her beauty wasn’t just on the outside. It was soul deep, he could feel it.
    “What are you going to do while I soak away the sand?”
    “I’m going to shower. I’ve got plans for you when you’re done.”
    Seeing the fire in his eyes, his cat causing them to glow in the candlelight she couldn’t help but murmur, “Can’t wait.”
    It took everything he had to turn his back and turn the separate shower on across from tub. He stripped down in a flash and stepped in closing the clear glass door behind him.
    Apparently Layla was going to get a bath and a show. Watching her mate, her husband, shower was better than going to the movies and getting the supersized popcorn with butter.