Page 116 of At First Smile
Bite
Pen
The decadent scent of cinnamon, vanilla, and turkey bacon waltzes up the stairs and fills my nostrils. Smile stretched across my face, I wrap a towel around my head and slip on my terrycloth robe. Slippers on my feet, I pad downstairs to find one of my favorite scenes.
“Am I still dreaming or is there a shirtless man cooking breakfast in my kitchen?” I coo, stepping behind Rowan and wrapping my arms around him.
“I’m not shirtless.” He laughs.
My hands coast beneath his T-shirt. “Not yet,” I purr.
“I can fuck you or feed you. Sadly, we don’t have time for both.”
The way “fuck” rolls off his tongue makes my vagina clench. The physical connection between us sizzles as much as the bacon frying in the pan.
No man has ever read my body like Rowan, knowing exactly what I need and how to give it to me. Whether it’s harddemanding thrusts or languidly diving deep within my body, he always wrings every last drop of pleasure out of me. He can fill my ears with dirty words as he fucks me or lather me with sweet kisses as he makes love to me. It doesn’t matter because once sated and spent, he tucks me into his chest and whispers, “I love you, luv.”
“So, fucking or food.” I grin. “Are you making French toast?”
“Yep.”
“Feed me, please.” I nuzzle the space between his shoulder blades.
“I don’t know if I should be complimented that my French toast is better than sex or severely disappointed in my sexing you up game.”
A wet nose brushes against my leg and I let go of Rowan to greet GB. “Good morning, handsome.”
“She chooses French toast over sex with me and now leaves me for the dog,” he jokes.
It’s amazing how quickly we fell into this little routine. It’s been a month since we first exchanged I love yous in Toronto. It’s been two months since we started dating. Rowan and GB spend most nights here, except last week. With training camp starting, we thought it would be best for him to stay at his place. I didn’t want to be a distraction. Of course, I insisted GB stay with me.
We made it four nights before Rowan came back. It does involve an hour drive for him to get to the Bobcats’ training center each day, but he doesn’t mind. He uses it to listen to our current audiobook buddy read.
“Mmm,” I moan, the swirl of sweetness from the agave drizzled French toast floods my tastebuds. “Yeah, I was so right to choose this over sex with you.”
“Keep this up and there’ll be no more sex for you, period,” he teases, his light eyes meeting mine over his coffee cup.
“Really?” Freeing my foot from my slipper, I run it up his calf.
“Pen.”
“What?” I bat my eyes.
“Do you want to make us late?”
“Who, me?” I place my hands on my heart.
“We don’t have time for this,” he says, bemused.
With a cheeky expression, I slide my finger across my plate, the pools of syrup coating the tip. “You’re probably right.” I lift my finger to my mouth and slowly lick before slipping it past my lips, sucking as I make tiny mewling noises, “So, good.”
“Christ, woman,” he groans.
“Aunt Bea used to say good men will fuck or feed you, but great men will do both.”
“Shesaid that?”
“Something like that.” I lean in and slip my hands beneath his shorts, caressing his thigh.
