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"Last night didn't clue you in to how fast I recover around you?"
"Around me?" she asks.
I decide to answer her with my body rather than words. Breakfast is put off for another hour, but this time she reminds me about the condom. And for the first time in my life, I resent gloving up.
I don't want barriers between us.
LUCIA
While Atlas showers, I put together the breakfast I planned in the early hours.
I can't wait to have a full-size kitchen again. Not that the kitchen in the modest house I'm buying is big, but it will be a huge improvement over this kitchenette.
Even if I had something bigger than a toaster oven, there's no space in here to do any real baking. I'm only able to cook frittatas because I have a special pan for making them on top of the stove. It makes single serving sized frittatas, which is all I've needed up until now. Because I'm only cooking two eggs at a time, it has the added benefit of cooking them faster as well, so I wait to pour the egg mixture in until I hear the shower shut off.
Imagining him drying off his naked body in my tiny bathroom has my mouth going dry. I've been fighting the temptation to join him since I told him if he didn't shower alone, we'd be eating breakfast for dinner. Because I didn't like our chances of being naked together under water and not having sex again.
I've never been thishornyin all my life.
I was married to a husband I loved for three years and even our honeymoon sex wasn't this good. Is it my age? I'm not thirty yet, but my ovaries want to explode every time I look at Atlas.
The shock of the forgotten condom didn't diminish my desire for the sexy, tattooed man one iota. Right now, I want to go into the bathroom and explore every single one of those tattoos with my tongue.
Instead, I put the croissants in the toaster oven to heat up and pour the egg mixture into the frittata pan. I set my kitchen timer for two and half minutes before putting the jam in the center of my bistro style table. Small and round, it's the only table that would fit in the efficiency maximized space of my apartment.
The timer goes off and I flip my frittata pan, setting it again for a minute. I've prepared two cappuccinos and I'm starting the second pesto frittata when Atlas walks into the room. He's wearing black knit boxer shorts that form to his muscular body. No shirt, no slacks. His gorgeous body is on display for my enjoyment.
And I do enjoy it. I fan myself. "Do you usually eat breakfast in your underwear?"
"I wouldn't want you to feel underdressed, considering you aren't wearing any." He pulls me in for a kiss, his big hands sliding under the silk of my robe to grope my naked flesh.
The timer goes off for the second frittata and I force myself to pull away from his mouth and his touch.
I put the food on the table, and he smiles when he sees it. "You went to a lot of trouble. Thank you."
I shrug. "I like to cook, and frittatas are easy."
"If you say so." He hums appreciatively when he takes his first bite.
It's so surreal to have a nearly naked man sitting at my table, I almost forget to eat, but then my stomach growls and reminds me the last food I had was sometime around lunch yesterday. I reach for a croissant and slather some raspberry jam on it.
I have a sweet tooth. So, sue me.
We eat in comfortable silence until he's polished off his eggs and I've managed to drink most of my cappuccino.
"Were you having a nice dream this morning?" he asks me, his blue eyes filled with sensual heat.
I choke on my last sip of coffee and start coughing. He gets up and hands me my glass of water, encouraging me to drink.
"You know I was," I tell him.
He winks. "You must have been. You took a long time to wake up."
Mortified, I gulp down more water rather than answer.
He squats down beside me, his hamstrings bulging. "It was sexy as hell."
"You liked doing that while I was sleeping?"
