Page 26 of The Game Plan
“Morning, Peach.” Grant’s husky tone snaps me from my wandering thoughts. His morning voice is laced with sleep, like gravel-soaked honey.
Blinking fast, I try to snap my attention back to the actual words and not…you know, hiseverything. The way his muscles in his back shift as he flips the eggs in the pan. The way his shorts cling to his hips is like they were tailor-made by the gods of temptation.
Gods of temptation? Jesus, Savannah, take a cold shower.
“Morning.” My voice comes out an octave higher than it should.
He glances over his shoulder, one eyebrow cocked in amusement, like he knows I was mentally undressing him.Great.But then something happens in the next second, and if I weren’t staring at his face, I would’ve missed it. Grant’s eyes rake over my body, and I swear I can feel the heat trail from his gaze. For the briefest moment, I see his eyes darken with something that looks a lot like desire.
Stop it, Savannah. You’re pregnant; he isnotogling your huge frame. It’s the hormones. Thehormones, Savannah!
“Coffee’s ready. Sit. Breakfast is almost done.” He gestures toward the black barstools at the island. I obey, mostly because my knees are suddenly weak. “Wait, you can have coffee, right?”
I nod. “Yes, I can have a little bit.” And my heart goes pitter-patter at his thoughtfulness in asking.
Grant slides a steaming mug of coffee toward me without asking how I take it. The first sip confirms he remembers. Black coffee with honey.
“So,” he says, placing a plate of scrambled eggs, bacon, and what looks like multigrain toast in front of me. “How’d you sleep?”
I wrap both hands around the mug, savoring the warmth. Tilting my head to the side, I stare across the island at him.“Weirdly good. Like, suspiciously good. Did you put some kind of magic powers in the mattress?”
He chuckles. “No, but that mattress is amazing. Dad made sure I didn’t skimp on one since he’d crash here sometimes.”
My cheeks heat. “Oh gosh, I forgot about that.”
“Don’t.” He’s commanding, almost as if he knew where my internal spiral was going. “Eat. You’ve got a passenger, and I’m not about to have you skipping meals under my roof.”
I lift my toast and follow his instructions, scooping scrambled eggs onto it before taking a bite. The multigrain is surprisingly good and not as dry as I was expecting. The eggs are fluffy and seasoned perfectly. I didn’t realize how hungry I was, but that doesn’t stop my gaze from drifting back to him every few seconds as he stands on the opposite side of the counter, eating his breakfast.
Facing the open space behind me, surveying it like he’s not only watching me but watching out for me. His need to protect is always so strong.
His forearm muscles flex with every lift of the fork. The scruff on his face has grown into a neatly trimmed beard. What I wouldn’t give to feel it scrape against the inside of my thighs. From his shower, his hair is damp, curling slightly at the ends. It’s unfair how attractive the man is.
I bite into my toast absentmindedly and nearly choke when his voice clears.
“You okay over there?” he asks, smirking.
Busted.
I swallow, nearly choking again. Reaching for my mug, I take a sip of the coffee, letting the warm liquid coat my throat. “Ye-yeah. I was thinking.”
“About?” he coaxes.
How I want him to spread me out on this counter and devour me like he’s devouring breakfast. How I want him to bend me over the couch and take me from behind.
For fuck’s sake, Savannah. Excuse yourself and take a cold shower…now!
I drop my fork with a soft clink, his eyebrows shooting up. “Okay, we need to set ground rules.”
“Ground rules?” he asks, brow knitting, shocked at my answer.
“Yes.” I nod. “If we’re going to live together, and especially with our”—I wave my hands in the air—“history, and my current hormonal state, we need rules.”
“Ahh, you’re horny,” Grant states matter-of-factly.
“Grant!” I practically shout, because…how dare he?
He laughs that deep timber that goes straight to my core. “What? I read it’s a very common pregnancy symptom.” Reaching for his empty plate, he walks it over to the sink before coming back to the island, where he rests his forearms against the marble counter.
