“Thanks.”
Then she pulled her pajama shirt over her head, exposing her perfect tits, and I was instantly hard.
I started to blurt out something moronic, like, “Whoa, what are you doing?” but fortunately my working brain cells overrode that stupidity.
Instead, I just leaned back and enjoyed the show with a big grin on my face.
She finished putting her bra on and picked up the pink t-shirt, then noticed me leering and tossed it at my head.
“Oh my god, stop staring at me, creeper!”
I caught the shirt in the air and replied, “Not a chance, Sunshine! You’re fucking hot.”
She rolled her eyes but smiled. “Can I have my t-shirt back, please?”
With a devilish grin, I waved it at her, pulled back the covers, and dropped it on my lap before taunting, “Come and get it.”
Without hesitating, she climbed onto the bed and crawled across the mattress toward me in nothing but her skimpy pajama shorts and bra, looking like a vision from every wet dream I’d ever had.
She crawled slow enough to drive me insane, the mattress dipping under her knees as she came closer. My eyes dragged over every inch of her as my heartrate spiked. That smirk of hers told me she knew exactly what she was doing.
By the time she reached me, my dick had my pajama pants so tented, you could camp under them. She braced one hand on my left thigh and leaned forward like she might pull the sheetback and take the shirt, but instead she pressed her mouth to mine.
Her minty kiss surprised me, but it didn’t take but a second for me to wrap an arm around her waist and pull her closer. And suddenly, I was hungry for something other than breakfast.
Chapter Thirty-Five
Jade
It was well past eleven by the time we finally got around to leaving the cottage, but the orgasm was totally worth the rumbling stomach.
We found a cute little diner that would have been within walking distance if Brian’s leg was better, so it turned out to be a four-minute drive from the cottage’s driveway to the establishment’s parking lot.
As we walked toward the entrance, Brian reached for my hand. I glanced up at him with a puzzled look but intertwined my fingers with his.
His answer to my unspoken question sent a shiver down my spine. “You belong to me while we’re here, remember?”
“I thought that was only when we were naked.”
“Nope. Twenty-four-seven.”
“Well, then I think it’s only fair you belong to me, too.”
He pulled open the door and held it for me. As I walked past him, he replied, “I completely agree.”
What the heck?
I had no idea what the hostess asked or how he answered, I was too busy replaying his words in my head, trying to figure out what they meant.
The next thing I knew, we were in a booth with coffees in front of us, and I was staring at the menu like it was written in another language.
He must have noticed I was discombobulated because he reached across the table and grabbed my hand.
“You okay, Sunshine?”
“Are we—” I glanced around, a lifetime in Haven Springs made me check who might be watching. “Are we really doing this?”
He flipped the menu to look at the backside without even glancing over at me. “Doing what?”
