My stomach coiled in excitement at the sight before me. A beautiful vegetable omelet laid in the middle of the plate with two links of sausage on one side and a toasted croissant on the other.
“My mouth is watering,” I announced, sitting down and laying the black cloth napkin over my lap.
“Good. I only had the beef sausage left in my fridge.” He frowned, looking apologetic.
“You don’t like beef sausage?”
He shook his head after placing the saucer holding the butter at the center of the table. “I prefer pork. I accidentally picked up beef last time I was at the store. I hate grocery shopping,” he murmured.
I giggled. “I’ve found most men do.”
His eyes lifted from his plate as he stared at me across the table. I nearly told him to put a damn shirt on. He was sexier than any one man had a right to be, sitting across from me after preparing breakfast, shirtless, with his hair down. How much sexy can one woman take? I had to force myself to think about something stupid, like pink elephants, when my mind started to remind me of the dizzying orgasms he’d delivered earlier that morning.
“These are great,” I exclaimed after stuffing my mouth with a forkful of the omelet. The mushrooms, and green and red peppers, combined well with an onion flavor.
“Would’ve been better with onions instead of the powder, but I ran out of that, too.”
I took another bite, waving his comment off. This breakfast was delicious, or I was hungry. Or, I was too impressed by the fact that Micah had prepared it.
“How long was your run?”
“Six miles. Took it easy on Hound this morning since we got a late start.”
I almost blushed when he looked deeply into my eyes, forcing me to infer that his late start had everything to do with our early morning session. My pussy muscles tingled, remembering it very well.
“Do you go out on the trails around here?”
He nodded. “You can see them from the windows at the back of the house and my bedroom.”
I nodded, recalling the view from his bedroom. “I want to go next time,” I commented out of nowhere. I didn’t even know why. I wasn’t a runner, typically, and he’d just said six miles was a light workout for him. But if merely watching him stand at the stove, cooking in a pair of running shorts was a turn on, I wanted to see him out on the trail.
“Did you play sports as a kid?” I suddenly asked.
A wrinkle appeared in his forehead for a split second before he nodded.
“Which ones?”
“Football, basketball, and track & field.”
“All the jockiest of sports. Of course.”
He chuckled. “Played intramural sports in college and then took up martial arts once I moved back to Texas.”
“To help with your law enforcement career?”
“Partially. Also, Gabe got me into it a little.”
I nodded. Gabe was the fighter in the family.
“He’s always been the one with the real talent for sports.”
“What’s he doing in Thailand?”
“Training.”
I nodded.
We made light conversation as we finished our breakfast.
