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The moment I step into the room, I hear the swishing of water and Lana's soft humming coming from the bathroom. I knew she wouldn't be able to resist the tub...she never is. I just hoped she would at least wait for me to come back upstairs.

She smiles up at me and holds her hand out for me to take. Of course I do, taking her hand and kneeling next to her by the bathtub and kissing her forehead. "Climb in with me," she begs tilting her head up for a kiss.

I give her the kiss, but I don't climb in with her knowing that once we get started again, I definitely wouldn't be able to stop. She's a drug when she turns me on and I need to focus. My girlfriend needs to rest and eat and another round of sex is not a good thing right now.

Passing her the glass of water, I watch and wait for her to finish drinking it. Her eyes never leave mine.

I know I do this a lot, I'm a little overprotective. In the mornings I sometimes check her pulse to make sure it is steady. And when I'm resting my head on her chest, I do try to listen to her heart for a murmur. Weirdest of all when I'm pleasuring her with my fingers I check for tender areas and abnormal growths. She never knows, she too busy moaning. I also examine her breasts when I pin her hands above her head and feel.

She oblivious and in the end we are both satisfied. I get the relief in knowing that my girl doesn't possibly have breast cancer or problems. I doubt she does it as often as she's supposed to. So say whatever but I am a happy man knowing that my girl is healthy in those areas and she will be grateful for me catching something early if we ever were in a situation like that. But we won't be, I know it.

With one last kiss to Lana's lips, I stand up and take the glass from her fingers. Immediately her hand comes out to me, reaching for my boxers. Horny woman.

I step back and shake my head laughing at her. She gives me an adorable pout that threatens my resolve so I quickly get the hell out of there.

When I get downstairs I hear my phone going off and quickly go to pick it up before it goes to voicemail. "Mom?"

"Hey honey! Are you and your girlfriend still coming this weekend?"

Yes, and I am already nervous. "Lana and I will be there Friday afternoon," I assure.

"I'm so excited. I'll have your room ready for when you get here."

My Mom's enthusiasm is funny. I know Tye has told the whole family about Lana, yet I've barely told Lana anything about them. Who my brother is...who my family is...how I was adopted into my best friends family who happened to be black. Or what Tye likes to call himself: Chocolatey. He's an idiot, but I love the man to death.

"Thanks Mom," I say walking over to the kitchen and pulling out ingredients for tonights dinner. "I'll talk to you later and see you this week."

"Ok, Bye honey."

We hang up and I start making dinner. I haven't told Lana about Tye Boldman: NFL superstar with a million dollar arm surrounded by fast cars and fast woman. Also my brother. Then again my family expects Lana to be white so, surprise on both ends.

Last time I brought a girl home to my family, she flirted with Tye most of the time and eventually broke up with me then started dating him a month later. Tye came to me first and I warned him, but he saw an easy girl that would give him whatever he wanted. The girl was crazy. But she is irrelevant.

The main reason I was afraid of asking Lana to come with me is because, compared to my family I'm just Ashton. They are all athletes. My mom was a cheerleader for my father's NBA team. Then Tye is in the NFL. That just leaves me.

I want her to tell me that she loves me again. She said it in the hospital, but my fears wouldn't let me listen to her after having a concussion. I don't even think what I said was completely true, but her saying it made me extremely happy and that freaked the hell out of me. I love her too and I want to be with her until we're old, I just want her to be sure.

But I know for a fact I'll confess my love for her soon, how could I not to a woman like Lana. She's prefect and makes me feel unexplainable. I love that feeling.

Pulling out ingredients from the cabinets, I decide to make spaghetti and meatballs. Mostly because it's the only thing I could make with the items in my cabinet.

I'm halfway done making the meatballs when I hear Lana's footsteps coming down the stairs. Seconds later, she's entering the kitchen in nothing but her satin robe. She really knows how to tease me. How did I get so lucky to have this gorgeous woman.

"What are you cooking?" She asks, walking up behind me and wrapping her arms around my waist.

"Spaghetti and meatballs."

A soft moan leaves her lips and it goes straight to my dick, along with her hand. Insatiable woman. "It sounds good."

Laughing I pull her around in front of me and help her up onto the counter. I know something that sounds even better. She spreads her legs and wraps her arms around me. I untie her robe and watch it fall open to reveal her naked body. She smiles up at me, taking my hands and guiding them over her breasts.

I growl and take her lips against mine, loving everything about her. Another moan and I snap, claiming her and everything I can get in this moment.

Her legs wrap around my waist and her fingers slip through my hair as she presses her bare chest against mine. I fight every fiber of my being knowing that I have to finish dinner. Lana protests at first but lets me get back to dinner as she sits and watches, seductively leaning back on her hands.

"Tomorrow I'm going to look for a new car with my Dad."

I nod. "I'm on-call tomorrow, but I should be home hopefully by 8."

"Should we just go over to my place?" She questions swinging her feet over the edge of the counter. "It's closer to your job and the city."

"No, I want you here in my home." Though it's only been a few months I hope to raise kids here one day with the beautiful woman before me. "I want you home."

She nods, a cute little smile on her face. "Anywhere with you is home."

My throat closes and the threat of tears hit me as I'm overwhelmed with emotions. Quickly clearing my throat, I change the subject.

"I have to go grocery shopping tomorrow, do you want me to get anything? Snacks? Products?"

She shrugs and closes up her robe. "Whatever you get is fine. I want kisses."

I smile and cup her face, placing a sweet kiss to her lips.

"I was talking about the candy," she deadpans.

I roll my eyes and give her another kiss before finishing up the food. Once it's done we both move over to the couch where she immediately crawls into my arms and eats dinner with me. We sit and eat spaghetti and meatballs as the tv plays in the background. My focus is completely on her.