Page 68 of Cocky Player

Breakfast.

We’d start with bacon and eggs.I got to work on getting everything ready, humming quietly to radio tunes that replayed every hour on the hour, those obnoxious songs you heard so much you eventually had to fall in love with.

I was lost in making breakfast and the sounds in my mind and the memories every ache in my body pulled to my surface that when an arm slid from my back to my stomach I jumped and scream, spinning around so fast I slammed into the counter.Pain bloomed on my hip and radiated outward.

“Oh shit,” Connor said, laughing at my freakout.

“I’m sorry.You scared me.”My hand went to my chest.My heart was racing.

“Oh fuck.”His humor vanished.Concern replaced it.“I’m so sorry, Brenna.I didn’t mean—”

“It’s okay.It wasn’tthat.I was lost in my head.”

His eyes were focused on me.My face.Was I being honest?Mostly.

“Lost in your head about what?”

A flush slid across my chest and down to my fingertips.

He knew.Of course he knew.“About last night?The things we did.How I made you feel?”

“Yes.”He stole my breath in seconds and made my stomach flutter with need even faster.“All of it.”

I reached for him.Slid my hands down his arms.Tiny little moon-shaped scratches were on his biceps.

I’dmarked him.I traced the marks.My bite from the movie theater on his shoulder and he gave me that time to inspect him, turning so I could see two thin scratches several inches long down his back.

“I scratched you.”

“I fucking loved every minute of it.”His gaze scorched me as he looked at me over his shoulder.Bacon popped and sizzled on the stove but it had nothing to do with the way he lit up my senses with a look.He spun and cupped my cheek.“Did you?”

“Every second.”I kissed his palm and pulled his hand off my cheek, squeezing it.“I wanted to make you breakfast.”

“I figured that when you weren’t in bed when I woke and I smelled bacon.You didn’t have to.”

“I want to take care of you.”

He brushed his lips over mine, a softness in his dark eyes that was so rare.So special because of its infrequency.“I want to take care of you, too.”

I kissed him languidly.We had the entire day, and other than checking in with Shelly to ensure she didn’t have work for me to do, I had nothing on my schedule.

We finished cooking breakfast together and ate at the kitchen counter, sexual tension swirling around us while I asked him about training camp, what it was like, the practices.He talked about his teammates, some more about his friend Malcolm, how he got started in owning Glitz.

But we were both passing the time, eating our food and not tasting it…requiring it only for fueling purposes.

As soon as the plates were loaded in the dishwasher, he grabbed me, lifted me up and put me on his kitchen counter.His hand went to my chest and he slowly guided me until I was lying on it.The counter cold on my flesh for only a minute before it warmed.

“What are you doing?”

His finger trailed down my stomach to my underwear, he hooked his finger to the side of my panties and pulled them to the side.His eyes stayed on my sex, pulsing for him.Already wet.I’d been since he first kissed me that morning.

“I’m still hungry and I didn’t get to do this last night.”

“Yes, you did…after that second time.”

“That was only to tease and to play.”

I slid my hands down my thighs.He was standing too far away to touch but he might as well have been on top of me for how much Ifelthim.“Then what’s this?”

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