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Jude
Iawoke to find myself alone in the bed, but the open plan of the cabin allowed me to spot Tony in no time. He was busy at the stove, cooking what smelled like breakfast. Dressed in a flannel shirt and tight jeans, he was an image to behold. The casual attire and bare feet somehow amped up his masculine appeal.
His back muscles flexed subtly with each movement, shifting underneath the fabric of his shirt as he cooked. The jeans hugged his lower body, showing off his firm thighs and, dare I say, pert rear end. A sudden surge of desire hit me. The man was absolutely, unequivocally sexy.
On the floor beside the bed, was the tee shirt he had given me to wear. I pulled it on and contemplated how to sneak toward the bathroom without attracting his attention. The wooden floors, however, had other plans.
"Morning, sleepyhead," he called out, not even turning from the stove. His voice was like a warm blanket, making me feel strangely at home. I couldn't help but smirk.
"So much for being stealthy," I murmured to myself, making my way to the bathroom.
His smile unfurled slowly as he turned from the stove and walked toward me. I couldn’t help but stop as he gazed at me with those rich, brown eyes, that roguish smile on his face. It was a smile full of warmth and a dash of mischief. He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead, his flannel shirt brushing against my skin.
"Breakfast will be ready in five," he said as he walked away, a swagger in his step that was thoroughly appealing. Sadie padded after him, wagging her tail.Traitor, I thought with a smile. Always following the food.
I had a feeling he was handing out little tidbits of the bacon he was frying to Sadie. My suspicions were confirmed when I heard the tell-tale sounds of delighted canine munching.
This was not the man I knew from the hospital. That man was self-absorbed—an unapologetic jerk with a god complex. But the man cooking bacon and doting on my dog, was kind, handsome, and an amazing cook. The disparity was jarring.
Heading toward the bathroom, I noticed my clothes were missing from where I'd discarded them last night. Curiosity piqued, I poked my head out and shot him a questioning look. He indicated the laundry area with a tilt of his head.
"Your clothes are in the wash," he informed me, "I figured you’d want to put on clean clothes."
Gratitude washed over me. "Thanks, Tony," I managed to say, still somewhat amazed at his thoughtfulness. "Mind if I use your shower?"
His eyes sparkled with mischief as he nodded, "Go ahead. Make yourself at home."
Stepping back into the bathroom, I closed the door behind me, my mind a whirl of conflicting impressions.
I was midway through lathering my hair with a surprisingly wonderful shampoo when the bathroom door creaked open. The sudden intrusion startled me, and I whipped around, water cascading off me.
Tony stood there naked, outlined by the steamy haze, a wicked grin on his face. My heart skipped a beat as he stepped into the shower, right behind me. The look in his eyes made the heat from the shower rise ten degrees. I gasped, my heart pounding in my chest.
"Tony!" I spluttered, my voice echoing off the tiles. I instinctively moved to cover myself with my hands, but I couldn’t stop the grin that played at the corners of my mouth.
"You forgot something," he drawled, his voice heavy with humor. He held up the conditioner with a shrug. "Figured you might need this."
"I… you…," I stammered, caught off guard by his casual intrusion and his playful teasing. I snatched the conditioner from him, my cheeks aflame. "You could've just handed it to me, you know?"
"And miss the opportunity to see you all wet and lathered up?" He raised an eyebrow, his gaze shamelessly roaming over me. "I think not."
I huffed, pretending to be annoyed but my heart pounded in exhilaration. "You're impossible, Antonio Montivais."
"That's part of my charm," he replied with a wink.
I couldn't hold back the laughter that escaped. “Won’t breakfast get cold?” I asked.
“That’s what microwaves are for.” Just as I finished rinsing the conditioner from my hair, a warm arm wrapped around my waist from behind, pulling me back into a hard chest. I could feel his heartbeat against my back, steady and sure.
He spun me around and kissed me with an intensity that left me breathless.
"Tony," I managed to gasp when we broke apart for air. He simply smiled, pressing his forehead against mine.
“Are you going to tell me to stop?” he asked.
“Fuck no,” I responded without thought. He then placed his hands on my hips, sinking his touch into my curves. I closed my eyes, allowing myself to be taken away by him and wrapped up within his spell. He pulled me close, his cock already stiff and solid as it pressed against my belly.
“Didn’t think it was possible for you to look any sexier than you did laying underneath me,” he said, leaning forward and planting a kiss on my neck. “But with water dripping down this perfect body…”
