Page 11 of Vinter
A cool breeze blew up from the air vent in the floor and goose bumps formed on her skin. She wondered at having come out in only the t-shirt she’d worn last night, but not for long. Clothes weren’t exactly a priority. Getting it on with him again as quickly as possible again, was. He’d warm her up.
Her body trembled, but it had nothing to do with the chill, but the damp heat radiating from between her legs. Her breasts hung heavy with arousal and her nipples tingled and throbbed. They stood erect, as though reaching toward him, begging for his attention. A silent plea for that piercing.
She shifted her weight from one foot to the other as her gaze followed him. She couldn’t remember ever being so fascinated by a man before. “Anything I can do to help?” she asked, finally letting him know she was there.
He turned that devastating grin on her, and it froze in place, then dropped altogether, along with his jaw. His eyes darkened until the ice turned to blue flame. The air between them smoldered, crackled. “No, I’ve got it.”
His words, uttered through clenched teeth, caused her to shiver. He turned away with obvious reluctance, but not before she saw his hard-on. “Do you, uh …” He cleared his throat. “Do you want me to make some coffee?”
“Later.” She usually drank at least two cups every morning, but she didn’t seem to need it this particular morning.
“Okay. Let me know.” He pointed the spatula. “Why don’t you have a seat. Things’ll be ready in a second.”
“Would you like me to put my jeans on?”
“No. I’d rather you take the shirt off.”
He said it over his shoulder, his voice a bit gruff. She smiled and didn't give herself time to think. “Will you … Will you take it off me?”
He was in front of her in less than a heartbeat. Lust-filled eyes glinted down at her and warm hands traveled up her thighs to the hem of the shirt. Shivers coursed up and down her spine at his caressing touch. He slid the soft cotton up over her ass and hips, over her belly and breasts. She raised her arms so he could lift it off over her head. She’d left her panties on the bed and was very glad she’d done so. The backs of his fingers trailed down low to the hairless mound between her legs.
“I love that you’re smooth here. It’s so sweet and soft and sexy,” he murmured, his gaze following the movement of his hands and fingers. “You’re beautiful naked and aroused.”
“Only then?” Standing took all her concentration and she had to reach out to grab hold of the nearest counter to steady herself. She wanted to spread her legs for him, feel those fingers slide through her slit and bury themselves inside her. She wanted to ride his hand to orgasm and then lick his fingers clean. She wanted to do anything and everything she’d ever fantasized about and she wanted to do it all with him.
“You should know better than that. And if not, we need to go back to the bar and start over.” His hands kept moving from her thighs and hips up to her breasts and down to her sex. “I used a condom this morning,” he murmured.
“Yes.” His hand cupped her, but didn’t open her. She rocked her hips forward, then back, rubbing herself against him. “I’m on the Pill.” There was more to things like this these days, though, and she knew that. She wasn’t naïve. She wasn’t silly or … Well, before him, she would’ve said she wasn’t reckless.
He made her feel both reckless and safe, all at the same time.
He nodded. “I get tested on the regular. I have the most recent results in the bedroom.” He squeezed her in his hand and one finger slipped inside her pussy. “I’ll wear the condoms. But God, I want to feel this on my bare skin, my bare cock.”
He emphasized this by a curling of the digit against her G-spot. She gasped and wrapped her hand around his wrist and began to fuck herself. He leaned down and planted a hard kiss to her lips, then pulled out of her. He sucked his finger, long and slow. She was going to come right there without him even touching her.
He cleared his throat. “Go have a seat at the bar.”
There was more to come, she was sure of it. She let go of the counter and went to settle herself on a stool. She was both frustrated at his having stopped touching her, and grateful for the cushioned seat against her bare bottom. He’d turned back to his tasks, opened the waffle iron, took more waffles out, and put them on a platter. “It smells wonderful.” They weren’t empty words. It did smell wonderful. She was having a hard time now that he’d walked away, deciding which she wanted more of and first … the food or the man.
“Thanks. It’s my own recipe. Breakfast is my thing. I can’t do much else in the kitchen beyond sandwiches and opening beer bottles.”
He placed bacon on a paper towel to drain before he put it on the platter and placed it in front of her. He stepped back to grab the tub of butter. She couldn’t remember when she last ate and was ready to dig in by the time he joined her.
He turned his eyes on her and raked her body up and down, every inch, leaving a fiery trail behind. “Dig in, baby, and eat as much as you want ’cause I intend for us to work it off.”
Heat flooded her cheeks at his lascivious grin and the images forming in her mind.
He put three waffles on her plate and four on his own, followed by a few slices of bacon for each of them. She’d never eaten three waffles in all her life, but damn, they smelled heavenly. He used butter and lots of syrup, and when he offered to pour syrup on hers, she declined with her hands over her plate. She’d like to actually taste the food.
“Sorry it took me so long, you know, in the shower and all. I checked my cell after I got out and had a few voicemails and missed calls.” She buttered her waffles and poured less than half the amount of syrup over them that he had. The first bite was heaven and she moaned. Vanilla, citrus, and something she couldn’t place, burst in her mouth. It was the best waffle she’d ever eaten. It had a slight crunch on the outside, but was soft and fluffy on the inside.
“No problem. Everything okay?”
He spoke around a mouthful and damn if she didn’t find that sexy about him, too. Everything he did only made her desire him more. She wanted to have lunch with him, drink a beer with him, watch a game on television curled up next to him. She wanted to spend time with him and she wondered at that, given that she’d been drowning her sorrows last night. Was she trying to replace one person with another?
As she looked at him, she dismissed the idea.
“Yeah. They were from … him.”
