Page 69 of Falling for the Playboy Pilot

“You’re looking gorgeous,” I said, hoping to calm her embarrassment.

She laughed. “Yeah, I haven’t seen a mirror but I’m afraid to look.”

I left the pancake in the pan and closed the distance between us. My hands went to her hips, and I pulled her close.

“No!” She turned her head just before my lips landed on hers. “I have morning breath!”

I grinned. “So?”

“I’ll be back in a minute.”

“There’s a pack of toothbrushes in the drawer,” I said. “I am going to kiss you. So if you’ll feel better about it, brush your teeth.”

She hesitated for a moment, then nodded, slipping out of my grasp and padding toward the bathroom. I watched her go, the way the hem of my shirt swayed with each step, revealing just enough to make my pulse quicken. I turned back to the stove, flipping the pancake before it burned, but my mind was still on her. On the way she’d felt in my arms last night, the way she had cried out my name. And the feel of her sweet little body squeezing mine as she climaxed over and over.

The sound of running water came from the bathroom. I poured batter into the pan for another pancake, trying to focus on the task at hand. I wanted to feed her. Spoil her. Show her I wasn’t always an asshole.

She came back into the kitchen a few minutes later, her hair still tousled but her face fresh and glowing. She looked at me with those bright blue eyes, and I felt that same pull in my chest that I’d been trying to ignore since the moment I met her.

“Better?” I asked.

“Much,” she said. “Although this is going to take a little longer to repair.” She gestured at her hair and grimaced.

“I love it,” I said.

I went back to her, and this time, she didn’t pull away. Her lips were cool and minty as they met mine, and I kissed her slowly, savoring the taste of her. And I wanted to fuck her right there in my kitchen.

“It smells good in here,” she murmured against my lips.

“I made breakfast.”

I didn’t elaborate because I was too busy with thoughts of a different breakfast entirely. I went back in for another kiss. It was far greedier. Far more demanding. My body had a mind of its own when I was around her.

I couldn’t help myself. The way she looked standing there in my shirt, her hair a mess and her lips still swollen from last night, it was too much.

She gasped into the kiss, her hands flying up to grip my shoulders. I didn’t give her a chance to think, to pull away. My tongue swept into her mouth, tasting the mint of her toothpaste mixed with something uniquely her. She moaned softly, her fingers tangling in my hair as she kissed me back with equal fervor.

I backed her up against the counter, my body pressing into hers. I deepened the kiss. Her hands slid down my chest, leaving trails of fire in their wake. I could feel her heart racing against mine, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps every time I pulled back just enough to let her breathe before diving back in.

“Dalton,” she whispered against my lips, her voice trembling with need.

I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. My hands slid under the hem of the shirt she was wearing, skimming over the smooth skin of her thighs before gripping her hips and lifting her onto the counter. She wrapped her legs around my waist instinctively, pulling me closer as our mouths met again in a desperate clash of teeth and tongues.

And then a screeching sound cut through the moment.

I jerked back. “Shit!”

I quickly went back to the stove and grimaced at the pancake that was now a charcoal puck in the pan. I turned on the overhead fan while Janna grabbed the broom in the corner and waved it under the smoke detector. I opened the back door to let some of the smoke out.

I had been completely oblivious to the smell of smoke. The woman consumed me. That was dangerous but I didn’t give a shit.

The smoke alarm finally quieted. I tossed the hockey puck of a pancake into the trash and shook my head. Thankfully, there was already a decent stack, and the bacon was warming in the oven. All was not lost.

She looked around the mess. “You did this for me?”

“Yeah.”

We sat at the table with the food I didn’t burn to a crisp.