Page 41 of Savage Temptation
“Today, the most important thing I had to do was make you breakfast, and that’s already been done.”
Girl, you better stop falling now, because this is not what you think it is.
And what do I think it is? My childhood dream come to life. The boy I’ve pined for becoming the man that pines for me back.
Except that’s in your head. Clearly, he likes you. A lot. Lines are blurred on both sides, but you’re the only one at risk of being hurt.
I should have set firmer boundaries. No kissing. No sleepovers. No goddamn breakfast preparation while I’m asleep in bed.
But not today. Not when he’s looking at me so sweetly.
Atticus’s mouth twitches to the side. “Hmmm…”
“What is it?”
“Are you trying to give me sexy eyes?” Atticus asks. His upper lip sneers a tad.
“Huh?”
“The way you’re looking at me, like I’m some piece of meat.” He frowns. “I don’t much like that. I’ll have you know, I’m more than just my good looks and enormous cock. I’m just as rich as I am handsome and well-endowed.”
I laugh so hard, I snort coffee from my nose, which sprays over the front of Atticus’s shirt.
“I’m sorry!” I gasp.
“Don’t ever be sorry for laughing.”
“Your shirt—”
“Did you miss the part where I said I was rich? Mind-blowingly rich.”
“You might be, but I’m not. I hate being wasteful.”
“Then I will allow you to see to its cleaning.” He pulls off his shirt and hands it over to me.
Fuck me…
Seeing his sinewy muscles sends my mind to places it ought not go so early in the morning, especially since I haven’t had a shower after our exceptionally vigorous workout last night.
“There they are, those sexy eyes again.”
“No—not sexy.”
He points an emphatic finger at me. “Those eyes have been undressing me all morning.”
Guilty as charged, not that I’ll tell him that.
“These eyes see two people desperately in need of a shower.”
He waggles his brow. “I’ll not argue.”
I take a bite of bacon to give me room to breathe. If we keep going on like we are, I’ll say something I’ll regret. I’ll make this too real. I need to relax and learn to be casual.
“So, what are we doing today? After I fuck you in the shower.”
I choke on my bacon, gagging as a small bit lodges in my throat.
Tears flood my eyes as I pray that my last moment on Earth hasn’t come yet.
