Page 96 of Make Me Yours
When I glance up, the whisk in my hand stalls.
She’s wearing one of my old, faded T-shirts—the hem barely brushing the tops of her thighs—and pink fuzzy socks are pulled halfway up her calves. Her hair is still a mess, and her lips are still pink from sleep.
She looks…
Downright edible.
Something catches inside me as she pushes onto the counter and settles there. Her legs part just enough for me to catch a glimpse of her bare pussy.
There are no panties in sight.
Jesus.
I grit my teeth and flip the first pancake as steam rises from the griddle.
“It smells good,” she says, swinging her legs lazily.
It takes all of my self-control to focus on the task at hand. I slide a finished stack onto a plate and bring it to her, setting it beside her hip before picking up the fork.
She raises a brow. “You’re feeding me now?”
“Uh-huh.” I spear a bite and hold it to her mouth. “Open up.”
With her gaze locked on mine, she does exactly as I ask, and her lips close around the fork with a satisfied hum.
“Damn,” she murmurs. “That’s good.”
I feed her another bite, watching her chew as my gaze drops back to her bare thighs. Her shirt rides higher when she shifts, spreading her legs a little wider.
Heat sears through my bloodstream.
I don’t know how much longer I can take this.
“Not hungry?” she asks, licking a drop of syrup from her thumb.
I set the fork down. “I’ll eat as soon as I’m done feeding you.”
The moment she finishes the last bite, I slide the plate into the sink and turn back.
Her eyes are wide as I step between her thighs.
“Now I’m ready to eat breakfast,” I murmur. My hands wrap around the backs of her knees as I drag her closer to the edge of the counter.
She breathes my name, hands bracing behind her, knuckles white against the marble.
“Now, be a good girl for me and take off your shirt.”
Without hesitation, she lifts the fabric over her head, revealing inch after inch of creamy skin until she’s bare again, glowing in the morning light like a fantasy I’ve conjured into reality.
I trace my fingers down her sides until they settle at herhips. Then I reach around her to grab the bottle of maple syrup from the counter.
Her brows lift slightly. “Steele…”
“Pretty sure everything tastes better with syrup,” I say with a smirk.
Her breath catches as I drizzle a line over the swell of one breast. It glistens as it trails down her skin. I dip my head and kiss her lips once before moving lower to chase the sticky sweetness with my tongue.
I lap at her, savoring the way her body trembles beneath my mouth. Then I suck her nipple between my lips. With a whimper, she arches into me.
