Page 428 of Small Town Firsts
He blew on his tea in the llama mug I’d given him. I couldn’t stop grinning especially since he was wearing the matchingllama sleep pants I’d bought for him. Then again, the ripple of abs shifting as he leaned against the counter made just about anything appetizing.
“Hungry?”
His dark eyes went all heavy-lidded sexy times. “Always.”
“I need sustenance first.”
“Protein?”
I drilled a finger into those distractible abs. “Maybe later, ace.”
He lifted his mug for a sip. “Suit yourself.”
I went around him to the fridge and found the fixings for my version of Moons Over My Hammy. It was our favorite Sunday treat. Sometimes in the middle of the week too when PMS was feeling wild. Or sometimes a midnight snack after we needed a little fuel.
For such an uptight lawyer type, he had a very intense sex drive. I wasn’t complaining. I’d never actually been with a man who could keep up with me.
I set the broiler to preheat then started cracking eggs. PMS came up behind me, his hands slipping back under my-slash-his shirt once more. Long, warm fingers trailed over my midriff and down into my shorts. “Smells delicious,” he said against my ear.
“I haven’t started cooking yet.”
“Wasn’t talking about the food.” He nuzzled my ear, nipping the shell before kissing his way down my neck.
I shivered, then hissed out a breath as his very clever fingers found their way between my thighs.
“Are you really hungry?”
“Yes.” I had to concentrate on how to use a whisk. The man was ridiculously dangerous for my mental acuity.
The ultra soft cotton of his pants slid across the backs of my thighs, and a decidedly happy Preston was rapidly firming against my backside.
Hello, sir.
Deft fingers teased along skin that was still sensitive from his beard action last night before he dipped two fingers inside and tucked his palm against my clit. His other hand cupped one of my breasts.
“I love when you wear my clothes, but I wouldn’t mind if you left some of your own here.”
My brain short-circuited as pleasure and new data tried to merge. I dropped my head back against his chest as he flicked his thumbnail over my nipple while pulsing inside of me with his other hand. “Clothes?”
“Mmm-hmm. I made space in my closet, if that was something you were interested in.”
“Right.” I rolled my hips into his touch. “Wait? Room for what?”
“Your clothes, Ryan. Merging with mine. You know, in a closet kind of way.”
Another swipe from his thumb, then he gentled his touch until my skin was awash with the familiar buzzing of energy right before I started speaking gibberish ending in his name.
He lightly trailed his fingers away from my breast and down my belly. “Make sure you make a little extra. I worked up an appetite last night.” He slid his fingers out of me, nipping my neck before he licked them. “I’ll go grab a quick shower. Think about what I said.”
I gripped the counter. “Okay, good.”
Think about what?I was currently scrambled as the eggs in the bowl before me.
He walked away whistling as I relearned how words worked on the various packages in front of me.
I frowned down at the ham steak. Had he just asked me to leave clothes at his house?
I jumped as the oven beeped to let me know the broiler was ready. Well, that made two of us.
