Instead, I heard what sounded like grocery bags being placed on the kitchen table, followed by the sound of some pans searing and some food being cooked. I still had no idea if I was overstepping boundaries by having shown up here as I had, but I wasn’t about to pass up the opportunity for some breakfast. Worst case, I could always reimburse Lane if he didn’t want me around.
I found my shirt and my underwear and put them on, not really feeling bad about hoping I’d get the chance to take them off again. I looked at the time—eight in the morning. I had to be in the office by nine, but that gave me plenty of time. I wasn’t sure if this was good to admit, but I had brought a selection of work clothes I could change into in case I wound up spending the night.
I headed out of the room, following the wafting smell of stir-fried vegetables, bacon, and some eggs. Lane had his back to me, his V-shaped back rippling as he worked a spatula, overseeing the production of what looked like the world’s healthiest omelet. I felt myself swooning all over again at his appearance, craving and yearning for him.
Then he turned to me, and I waited for what I hoped were the right words.
“How are you feeling?” he said with a smirk.
It was a nice enough question, although the smirk might have indicated that he had only wanted to get laid and was about to brag about it. I was probably way too into my head and overthinking it, but I couldn’t help that that was the first thing that came to mind.
“A variety of things,” I said with a gentle smile to assure him it was mostly positive. “My body feels amazing. That’s undeniable.”
He gave a short chortle as he went back to working his magic in the kitchen.
“There’s a part of me that feels a little weird, not going to lie,” I said. “I woke up and you weren’t here, and I thought I’d scared you off or done something to offend you.”
“Nah,” he said, but he didn’t add anything else.
I bit my lip and leaned against the fridge. The Shannon question was on my mind, but for how things were going this morning, I still couldn’t tell if he wanted me to bring it up or if he was trying to avoid it as much as possible.
“I will say, when I moved here, I definitely did not think the first person I’d have sex with was you,” I said, which got him to look up from his cooking. “But I definitely don’t regret it.”
Lane smiled, put his spatula to the side, and came over and embraced me. I definitely didn’t mind in the slightest that I was pressed up against his bare chest and abs. In fact, I daresay that it was a feature, a nice little perk, of being so close and up to him.
“Yeah, guess what?” he said lightly. “I don’t regret last night either. In fact, if this food wasn’t cooking and I liked my breakfast hot instead of lukewarm, I might just have given you a second round.”
“Oh, you’re going to make me choose between breakfast and sex?” I said with a giggle. “You’ve just given me the hardest problem of my life! That’s evil, Lane. Evil!”
“Good news for you is you can have both.”
“Yeah, but bad news is I have a job that needs me in an hour, so I really only have time for one.”
“Damn,” Lane said, kissing the top of my head. “I suppose we’ll save the sex for later. I know, call me crazy... but I think a little anticipation might do you some good.”
I rolled my eyes, but in truth, last night’s sex was so good, I didn’t think I needed to get laid for another five years. I’d be riding the coattails of the feelings two a.m. generated for quite some time.
“There was one thing I wanted to ask you,” Lane said as he went back to cooking.
Uh oh. Here comes the Shannon question. I guess it’s better to just get it out of the way now.
“I don’t really know what you’re looking for dating wise,” he said. “But I like you. I like you a lot. I don’t think I want just sex with you. I haven’t figured out if I’m ready to date for, well, what are unfortunate reasons that you know. But I would like to have you around and take you out and see where it goes.”
I smiled. Did he really think I just wanted him for casual sex? It was kind of sweet that he was considerate enough to leave the opening for me, but there was no doubt about what I wanted out of us. And it wasn’t just his cock, as good as it was.
“No, Lane, not in the slightest do I just want sex,” I said, going behind him and wrapping my arms around him. “Don’t get me wrong. You are very well equipped for that.”
I won’t lie, I let my hands slide over the outline of his dick in his sweatpants. Feeling it harden was incredibly arousing to me.
“But,” I said, bringing my hands back up. “No, I don’t want just that. Admittedly, I haven’t thought of what I want out of dating since I got here. I know I want a family and kids someday, so hopefully you do too.”
“Without question,” he said immediately, much to my relief.
“Good. So I haven’t thought of it much, but I think we’re both in the right direction. I think we’re good.”
Lane turned to me, smiled, and kissed me on the lips.
“That, we most certainly will be.”
