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When I was directly in front of her, she walked her fingers up my abs slowly, wearing a wicked grin, sending sparks through my body.
“Are you almost smiling again? Your cheek muscles are going to get worn out if you keep this up.”
I chuckled. Hell yeah, I was smiling. She lit up every part of me. Every molecule in my being was relaxed and happy. Becauseeverything that I’d ever wanted was in front of me right now. She worked her way back down my abs, and this time, my cock jumped.
I grabbed her hand. “If you keep going, my omelet will get cold, and then you won’t get to enjoy it.”
She sighed but pulled her hand away, then turned to the food on the coffee table. I dropped down next to her as she opened the first container. My omelet. Next were my potatoes. She opened her pancakes last and set the lid next to the black container before carefully pulling the bottom cake from the stack and placing it on the lid. She slid it to me, and I handed her a coffee.
I’d just gone back for mine when she stuck her fork in my omelet and stole her first bite. My heart settled in a way it never had before. If every day was like this one, I’d never have anything to complain about again. She took her usual three bites, then turned back to her whipped cream breakfast. She was shoveling in the first dollop when she reached for the remote.
The TV was tuned to ESPN, and there on the screen was footage of me bent in half on the mound. Emerson was squatting next to me as a commentator explained how I had been pulled from the game due to the stomach flu.
The screen went black, and the room fell silent.
“Sorry.” Beside me, Avery’s shoulders were hunched and her head was bowed low as she dragged her fork through the whipped cream on top of her pancakes. “I should never have gone out with him,” she whispered.
“Hey.” I grasped her chin and turned her head so she was forced to look at me. The sadness in her eyes made my heart hurt. “I hate that another man had the chance to take you out,” I said, sticking to my new motto and being open with her. “But what happened yesterday taught me a valuable lesson. I should have made it clear to you long before last night how much you meant to me.”
She swallowed, but she kept her focus locked on me.
“And I guarantee, Blondie, that from this point on, you won’t ever question how I feel about you.”
Her eyes misted, and she blinked rapidly.
I pressed my lips to hers, willing her to believe every word. Shewent pliant in my arms and sighed into my mouth. With a swipe of my tongue along her lips, she opened for me, and I dove in, tasting her natural sweetness mixed with the whipped cream. I dropped my hands to her waist and pulled her onto my lap. Then I pressed her against me and thrust my hips into her warm pussy.
She broke the kiss. “What about breakfast?”
I slid one hand along her waistband and slipped it into her pants. Palming her ass, I squeezed. Then I moved lower until my fingers ran along her slit, where she was already warm and wet for me.
She moaned softly.
“You got your warm omelet already. I couldn’t care less if my eggs get cold.” I sank a finger into her as I sucked on the sensitive skin just below her ear. “And there’s something much hotter I need to taste.”
When I pulled back to give her a wicked grin, she grasped my neck and pulled me close. And I let myself get lost in her, knowing this was exactly where I was always meant to be.
I knocked on the door and was immediately met with a pair of icy blue eyes. After being upstairs for thirty minutes and then spending another fifteen getting cleared from my “stomach flu” with the trainer, I got a message to report here.
“Shut the door,” Tom barked.
I dipped my chin and stepped in. Shit. What were the chances that I could make it through this conversation without having to bring Avery into it? Although eventually we had to face her father, it made sense to give it a little time. She’d struggled through relationship after relationship with men who were only with her to get closer to her dad. Now she wanted to give the two of us a chance to settle in before he inevitably got tangled up in things. Her connection to him didn’t matter to me, but the man was my coach, so whether we liked it or not, there was no escaping hisinvolvement.
Plus, I wanted to give her time to build confidence in our relationship before he caused waves.
“Sit.”
I dropped into the chair, used to this routine we had created. Him barking at me. Me trying to act like I didn’t hate it. But I owed the man an apology.
“My freak-out yesterday was unprofessional, and I appreciate you covering for me.” I shifted in my chair.
He sighed and ran a hand down his face. “It took a while, but I’ve come to terms with it. You’ll always be an emotional player.”
I blinked and reared back. “I’m sorry?”
He frowned but shook his head. “I’m not saying it’s a bad thing, Damiano. You feel things big, and you’re passionate about them.” He focused on something behind me for a beat and let out a breath. “And since the two of us are very similar in a lot of respects, I expected less explosiveness, more analytical control.”
I winced.
