Because my eyes are crossed from how perfect this bacon is. “You should definitely not eat this,” I tell him. “It’s terrible. You’ll hate it.”
He laughs.
Theo.
Laughing at my awful dad joke.
I grab the plate and wrap my arms around it. “You can have therestof breakfast.”
“Mind games?” His eyes are getting warmer. No,hotter. And he’s working that smile in ways that are guaranteed to make me forget about this bacon.
And this isfucking awesomebacon.
“No,” I lie. “I want all of this for myself. Sorry. I thought maybe we had something, but I’m going to run away with this bacon instead.”
He snickers.
And I smile.
I made Theo laugh.Again.Considering how many years he’s called mePrincess Plainy-Laney, it’s a sweet triumph to cause any kind of amusement for the man who basically redefinedfunin our hometown.
I lift a piece and rub it all over my lips, and I’m not pretending much when my eyes slide shut and I moan in appreciation.
“Do it again,” Theo croaks.
“Not until you eat a piece and I get to watch you do the same.”
“I hate bacon.”
“Theo Monroe. You are a lot of things, but you arenota liar. Don’t start now.”
He visibly swallows.
I dart my tongue out to lick the bacon.
Holy hell.
That isgoodbacon.
We’re getting another plate. And six more to go.
He growls softly to himself, reaches across the table, snags a piece of bacon, and shoves the whole thing into his mouth.
And then he growls again.
This one’s feral and erotic and desperate andeverything.
“Holyfuck,” he says.
His eyelids droop, and he chews slower, like he’s savoring it.
And I get hot and bothered in every single freaking cell in my body.
My skin is on fire. My vagina is legit throbbing. My clit is heavy. My nipples are tight. My breasts ache. My lips and tongue want to be on him. I can’t take my eyes off of him as he whimpers softly, rubbing his mouth like he can make it last longer, or experience it with more parts of himself.
Even my hair roots are turned on.
And watching a hot, tatted god of a man be reduced to a whimpering pile of need by bacon while he reaches across the table to grip my wrist with his free hand after I went down on himin public?
