She laughs, and the sound goes straight to my dick.
“You’re insatiable,” she says, averting her eyes.
I tilt my head to the side as I study her. “Only for you,” I admit. But then my stomach grumbles, and now it's my turn to laugh.
She spins around. “I’ll make us some toast. Sorry, I don’t have anything else. I haven’t done a proper food shop in weeks,” she says, her voice almost nervous.
“Sounds perfect.” I take another gulp of my tea, the burn welcomed as it slides down my throat.
“Where are the plates?” I ask as she pops four slices of bread into the double toaster.
She points to the cupboard on her left, and I grab two and then place them on the counter. I can’t help but smile at the memory of being between her legs in this very spot.
“Peanut butter or jam?” she asks, holding a jar in each hand.
“Both,” I reply.
Her face twists in disgust, and I place my tea down before grabbing both jars out of her hands.
“Have you tried it?” I ask.
She puts a hand on her hip. “Eww, no.”
I laugh. “Don’t knock it until you’ve tried it, baby.” Her nostrils flare from the term of endearment. Stepping closer, I grab her waist and pull her flush against my body so I can give her the morning kiss I was denied before she jumped out of bed.
The popping of the toast makes her pull away with a start, and I smack her arse before letting her go and turning to the toaster.
She grabs the tub of butter, and I make quick work of spreading one of my favourite concoctions.
“I’m not eating that, so I don’t know why you’re savagely brutalising my toast as well as your own.”
Laughing, I turn back, she’s leaning against the countertop, the top of her dressing gown gaping open, giving me the perfect view of her cleavage.
I beckon her closer with my finger, then bring the toast to her lips. “Open up,” I say.
She parts her lips, and that simple movement goes straight to my dick. Fuck, this is becoming a real problem.
“Now taste.” She obliges, her teeth sinking in, tearing off a small bite.
The action is not meant to be sexy, but try telling my body that as I watch her swallow.
ChapterThirty
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His pupils dilate as he watches me swallow, causing my skin to heat.
“Okay, it's not that bad,” I admit, but my voice comes out huskier for some reason. Snatching up the other plate, I sit at the table and hear him follow.
He says nothing as he watches me watch him as we both eat our toast. By the time we’ve finished, I feel well and truly flustered, his gaze burning into my flesh like a hot iron.
Grabbing the arms of my chair, he drags it towards him, causing me to lurch forward. My hands reach out for his thick thighs, the towel doing nothing to hide his erection.
His hands move to the belt of my dressing gown and pull on it until it falls open.
Tucking his bottom lip between his teeth, he tilts his head to the side before raising his eyes to mine.
“You’re fucking beautiful,” he says. But it's the way he said it all while staring directly into my eyes.
