I adjusted my erection, giving her a pointed look while I moved over to the coffee maker. Whenever I wasn’t inside her, I was hard her for her—especially when she was standing in my kitchen in just my t-shirt.
“I think you’re gorgeous,” I replied, filling two mugs and placing one in front of her. I kept my eyes on hers while I put the sugar down, unsure of how she took her coffee.
Gwen reached for the sugar bowl, her fingertips brushing lightly along the side of my hand, and pulled it toward her. Opening the lid, she took the sugar spoon and deposited three large scoops, flashing me another one of her signature smiles as she grabbed the milk.
“I think you’re gorgeous, too,” she said, biting down on her lip as her eyes traced the planes of my stomach.
I grinned, turning back to the stove. She leaned against the island, her hands wrapping around the mug, and watched while I cut the omelet in half and lifted the pan, sliding one half onto each plate.
“So…do you have plans today?” she questioned.
“Not really. Do you?” I asked, holding out a plate to her and arching a brow. She took it, biting down on her lip before releasing it with a pop.
“Not really, no,” she confessed, staring at the omelet for a moment before shaking her head and setting it down.
“Well, if you’re looking for something to do…I figured I’d take Tig for a hike. It’s a little overdue,” I told her. Tig lifted his head, hearing his name, his tail happily thumping against the ground.
Gwen’s face lit up. “I’ll have to go home for a change of clothes…and shoes. Can’t wear heels on a hike.”
“That’s true.” I laughed, stealing a glance at her while I lifted my mug to take a sip of coffee, eyes still appraising her. “We’re pretty close to the trails here, but you’ll still want something more comfortable.”
She nodded, taking a bite of egg. “Ohmergawd,” she said, still chewing, her eyes wide. “Youdomake a mean omelet.”
“You sound surprised.”
“By this point, I shouldn’t be,” she sighed, biting back a smile. “It’s almost unfair how perfect you are.”
“I’m far from perfect,” I told her, my brows creasing. She gave me a stern look over the top of her glasses. With her dark hair piled atop her head in a messy bun, she looked like the embodiment of a naughty librarian.
She smiled slowly, picking up her mug and taking a gradual sip while studying me with a straight face. My entire body buzzed in response to her, my dick stiffening with yearning.
“Are you going to shush me?” I asked, leaning forward, my lips shaping a playful grin at her sharp intake of breath.
“I have many ways of shushing you, Mr. Petersen. You’d do well to remember them,” she said demurely, setting her mug down and standing from the stool.
I watched her walk around the counter, watched her run her slender fingers along the marble countertop. Her eyes were dark and seductive, and when she stepped up to me, cupping the side of my face with her hand, I drew in a ragged breath.
She considered me, standing on her tip-toes to slide her lips across mine, her free hand brushing purposely against my erection.
Still holding my mug in one hand, I pressed my free hand against the small of her back, tugging her to me.
She smiled, breaking the kiss, and stepped away. “You sure do.” I managed thickly.
Gwen
I headed home to grab a quick shower and a change of clothes before driving back to Alaric’s for the remainder of the weekend. My overnight bag sat beside me in the front seat of my car, and as I looked at it, my heart pounded erratically in my chest.
Sure, I’d been screwing Alaric for weeks now—hungering for his touch, thirsting for any bit of attention he saw fit to give me—and here we were. Official-ish, anyway. We still had the hurdle of telling both his family and mine, but we’d mutually agreed that what we had couldn’t be described as casual.
That was good, right? So why did I feel so nervous?
Chewing on my bottom lip, I opened the door and grabbed my bag, telling myself that if Alaric wanted space, he wouldn’t have told me to go home, pack an overnight bag, and get my ass back as quickly as possible for that hike.
The garage door was wide open, and Tig was sitting in the middle of it, watching me climb from my car. I’d changed into a pair of shorts and a tank-top, pulling my long hair into a ponytail to keep it off my back.
Alaric’s eyes drank in the sight of my pale legs, and I rolled my eyes playfully. “You’re insatiable.”
“Can you blame me?” He smirked, shaking his head, his gaze still unwilling to move from me. All reservations I had about him not wanting me around faded.
