Having a naked Lexi too close is a lesson in my wavering control.
I rub the back of my neck. “I just wanted to make sure you were taken care of.”
Her eyes soften, and she reaches a hand out to me, which I take without hesitation. I’d be an idiot not to take any excuse that presents itself to touch her, even something as simple as holding her hand.
She wraps her fingers around mine and tugs me around the bench. She pats the stool next to her and shimmies in her seat as she pulls a few pancakes onto her plate and reaches for the ice cream. “It’s been so long since I’ve had this.”
“Why? It’s your favorite?”
She shrugs, shadows appearing in her eyes. “I guess it’s not the same having it alone. Cruz used to make them for me all the time, but Mom doesn’t eat gluten anymore, and eating blueberry pancakes alone? That’s just depressing.”
How have I spent years stalking her and never noticed just how lonely my girl really is?
“I’ll make them for you anytime you want, Wildcat,” I tell her.
I drag my attention from the sadness in her dark eyes, busying myself stacking my own plate while Lexi takes her first bite.
A sinful moan drags my attention to the drop of syrup clinging to her bottom lip.
It’s not a conscious decision, because my body is moving long before I have a chance to think through what I’m doing.
I brush my thumb along the pouty pillow, barely holding in my own groan at how fucking soft she is.
The thought of her on her knees in front of me, her mouth wrapped around my cock as I eat my breakfast, overwhelms me.
“Colt?” Her soft voice shakes me out of my daydream, and I quickly pull my hand back.
“Sorry,” I mutter, forcing myself to eat my own pancakes despite the way my hard cock aches behind the zipper of my pants.
I can see an ice-cold shower in my future.
We eat in silence, her occasional moans of appreciation the ultimate test to my control.
Once she’s finished, she pats her stomach and sighs. “Thank you for breakfast, Colten. I didn’t realize how much I had missed those pancakes.”
“I’ll make them for you every day if you want.”
She laughs, her head tipping back slightly and giving me the perfect view of her delicate throat. “I’ll be the size of a house if you do that.”
Before I can respond, she slips off the edge of the stool and takes her plate to the sink.
Methodically, she rinses the dish before turning in a circle until she spots the dishwasher and quickly loads the plate into its place on the bottom shelf.
It’s as I shamelessly watch her every move that something occurs to me. The curve of her ass beneath my shirt as she bends slightly has the realization crashing over me like a tidal wave.
She’s naked beneath that shirt.
Undermyshirt, there’s nothing but her smooth skin and mouthwatering curves.
Fuck. Me.
If my dick gets any harder, I’m pretty sure he’s going to make an escape attempt.
She stands up straight and turns back to me. My gaze dips to the red marks and broken skin on her legs, and I’m in motion before I can stop myself.
I prowl toward her, backing her up until her ass hits the counter, and promptly lift her onto the surface.
“What are you doing?” she asks breathily with wide eyes.
