Wishful thinking?
She grabbed a shirt from the floor and threw it over her body. Becket’s shirt. His pine scent hit her nose, making her lower belly give a funny little kick and memories of the previous night once again play in her head.
She scrunched her eyes, her body growing hot just thinking about it.
She was halfway down the stairs when she heard the sizzle of something frying. The shuffle of footsteps.
He was still here…and not just to make coffee.
She stepped off the stairs and turned to see a very bare-chested, very sculpted Becket making breakfast. And man, oh, man, that profile looked good, with his low-hanging track pants and day-old stubble.
He turned his head, and the sexiest grin she’d ever seen immediately spread across his face. “Morning, Peaches. Nice shirt.”
“You’re making breakfast.”
The smile widened. “Bacon, eggs and waffles.”
She moved slowly into the kitchen, looking at the array of food. “I didn’t have any of those ingredients.”
“Actually, you supplied the eggs. And fortunately, I live close.” He winked before turning back to the frying pan. “I’ll make you coffee.”
She rounded the counter. “You’re actually making waffles?”
“You sound surprised.”
“You don’t look like a waffle-making kind of guy.”
One side of his mouth lifted, showing off a sexy dimple. “What do I look like?”
A million things, and all of them good, but her brain wasn’t working well enough to articulate any of them. “There are too many options to name one. Thank you.”
“And thankyoufor wearing my shirt.” He turned from the coffee maker, his arm curling around her. Then he lowered his head to her neck while his other hand went to her thigh, pushing up the material of the shirt. “It looks better on you than me.”
She ran her fingers down his chest. “I like you in this shirt…but I like you better without it.”
He growled, his teeth nipping the bottom of her ear. “Tell me you’ve got today off.”
“I’m working.” But suddenly she wished she wasn’t.
“Be late.”
She groaned as he kissed a sensitive spot beneath her ear. “I can’t. I’ve already missed too many days.”
“You’re the boss. You can do whatever you want.”
“Nope. Some of our dog owners are fussy about certain things.”
He kissed down her neck, then nudged the shirt aside before kissing her shoulder.
“Becket…when you do that, I can’t think.”
“Good.” Before she knew what was happening, he’d boosted her onto the counter and his mouth crashed to hers.
She gasped, and his tongue plunged inside her mouth, tangling with hers. The shirt was now bunched at her waist, and he stood right between her thighs, his hard cock pressing against her core.
And suddenly she wanted him all over again. When he kissed her, she didn’t care about work or breakfast or anything outside of the two of them. All she cared about was holding him tighter, pulling him closer. Prolonging the kiss.
She rocked her hips, rewarded with a deep growl. His fingers tightened on her hips before one hand slipped beneath her shirt and trailed up. When he cupped her naked breast, she had to swallow a cry.
