A smaller, scared part that he refused to acknowledge muttered,And you never will get your fill of her. Not now, not ever.
Erin letSmith put her in one of his Tee-shirts since it fell to midthigh. For her sanity, he’d put on a pair of shorts, allowing her to ogle his amazing body while he cooked.
“It’s the tat, right? It’s like meth for chicks,” he teased as he fixed them omelets.
Not used to having someone cook for her, she sat at the kitchen island and sipped her coffee. She’d made it darker than he normally drank it, and it amused her to think of drinking her coffee all manly-like while he doctored his with cream and sugar.
“Lightweight,” she murmured as he drank from the USMC cup she’d poured for him.
“I heard that.” He shot her an amused look over his shoulder.
This Smith had been buried under the arrogant Marine? Though the tougher version of Smith has always seemed sexy to her, this relaxed, handsome,smilingSmith kept digging at the walls around her heart. She knew she was making too much of their sex, but glory be in a basket, he’d played her body like a friggin’ maestro. And he refused to let her get dressed.
She had a feeling he had more planned for them.
As if reading her mind, Smith winked. “Gotta make sure I keep you fed and energized. That was a pretty pitiful round one. We’ve got a bunch more to get through before I’m letting you out of here.” His eyes narrowed. “I owe you some out of body experiences, I think.”
“You up for it?” she taunted with a glance at his hips. With him facing the stove, she couldn’t see the front of his shorts. But there was no way he could be raring to go again so soon. Could he?Oh, please, be raring to go again.Some insatiable sex goddess had taken root inside her.
He scowled. And that mean look did nothing but turn her on. “Oh, I’ll be up for it, Cupcake. Just you wait.”
“Cupcake? Is that the nickname you use when you can’t remember their names?”
He laughed. “Trust me. There’s no way I’ll ever forgetyourname…Cupcake.”
“Ass.”
He chuckled. “Oh yeah.Erin.You made me crazy for you. But payback’s a bitch.”
“Named Smith.” She snickered.
His eyes crinkled. “A bitch named Smith. Very funny.” He paused. “You’re kind of obnoxious under that cute façade. It’s like we’re made for each other.”
His happiness did something to her. It touched her deep inside, in the places she kept hidden, for fear of falling in love and losing herself. Even with Cody she’d kept part of herself separate. The physical distance between them had mirrored the emotional distance that had grown. His need to be the Person of Importance in their relationship obvious from the beginning.
But with Smith, Erin felt like they met on the same playing field. She liked him, he—amazingly—liked her. Not only had he driven her insane with lust, but she’d done the same to him. She’d never been so in charge before, and she’dlovedit. Smith had begged her for mercy.
If she recalled correctly, he’d growled, “Eat me.” That sounded dirty, and she shivered remembering every lick, suck, and swallow. Smith was a big man, and he only got bigger when aroused.
“I’d ask what you’re thinking about,” Smith said as he slid their omelets onto plates, then scooped hotcakes off the griddle to add to their calories. “But I feel like I already know.” He set her plate next to his. “Now if you want to eat, pay the toll.”
“Toll?”
He dragged her close for a kiss that had the room spinning. “Yeah. You kiss me, I feed you. Then after, when you deserve more of my amazing cock, I’ll give it to you.”
“Amazing, eh?” She would have sounded more disgruntled if she could catch her breath. “Well, it certainly does get big enough.”
“It does more than that. It’s magically delicious.”
“I will never, ever, eat my cereal the same way again.” She cringed.
He laughed and kissed her, and her desire spiked. But instead of finishing what he’d started, he placed her on the chair next to him and put a fork in her hand. “Eat up. You’re going to need it.”
“You’re bossy.” She dug into her food, famished. “And a good cook, surprise, surprise.”
“Well, I don’t mean to brag.”
“Seriously?”
