I glared up at him. “I can do this,” I argued.
“Race, you’re sweating and your face is redder than an apple from carrying an empty pot. Let me do this. I’ve made coffee more times than I can count.” His blue eyes twinkled, and his cock twitched. “Plus, I don’t feel like waiting an hour for the first cup.”
I rounded the island and took a seat on one of the barstools to get a better view. Watching him as he worked his magic on the coffee pot, I was enthralled by his nakedness.
“How did you know where I kept my coffee?”
He turned around to face me and leaned against the counter, pushing his cock farther out. “Lucky guess that you kept it in the cupboard above the pot. It’s something most people do.”
“Thanks for making it,” I said, yawning against the back of my hand.
He pushed off the counter and his cock came toward me. “Let me take a look at your hands.”
I tried to swallow, wishing I’d brushed my teeth before I’d left my room. “They’re fine.”
“Stop being so stubborn. I want to make sure they’re healing. Last night, you couldn’t stop moaning yes, and now you’re back to your hard-ass self.”
I straightened my back. “I’m just cranky until I get my coffee.”
Overnight, the cuts had begun to scab and the blood had dried.
“You’d already have it if you would’ve let me make it to begin with.” He cleared his throat. “We’ll need to clean the dried blood off these, but they look good.” He reached for the first-aid kit he’d left on the counter last night and pulled fresh bandages from the container. “First, let’s have coffee, and then we’ll clean them.” He set the bandages off to the side. “It’s best to give them some air for a little while.”
“Yes, sir,” I said to the side, blowing my nasty breath away from him.
“That’s sexy,” he replied, chuckling quietly.
Before I could say anything, the pot beeped.
“Stay there, I’ll grab you a cup.” His eyes shifted to my shirt and the corner of his mouth twitched before he turned around.
I glanced down, noticing that my nipples were standing at attention. I tried to hide them, pulling my tank top away from my body, but it did nothing.
“How do you want your coffee?” he asked as he pulled two cups down, keeping his back to me.
I stared at his naked ass, studying it. “A dash of cream and two sugars, please,” I mumbled.
His ass was as beautiful as the rest of him. The skin was blemish-free and smooth, sitting higher from the muscle tone. I’d say one thing about the military: It did a body good.
“Did you let work know you weren’t coming in today?” he asked, turning around and catching me as I gawked at him.
Slowly, I dragged my eyes up to his. “Yeah,” I said, trying not to glance at his dick as he set the coffee in front of me.
I looped my fingers through the handle, holding it loosely. Then I took two short sips and sighed. “You can go whenever you want. I’m just going to chill on the couch and get some work done.” I kept my eyes down, peeking at him through my veiled eyelashes. Which, coincidently, were about crotch level.
“I’m going wherever you are,” he said, setting his cup down.
“For the love of God,” I said, but he lifted an eyebrow.
“I’m not going anywhere. So drop it. Why don’t we do something today? You can work here later.”
“I really need to work,” I lied. I didn’t know if I could spend the day in his presence without ending up in bed with him again.
“I won’t keep you out long. I don’t know the area well.” He leaned forward, resting his hands against the counter. “You could show me around a little bit. Your hands need time to rest anyway.”
“Are you sure that’s a good idea?” I asked, peeking at him from under my eyelashes.
“We’ll call it a workday. I need to pick your brain a little.”
