I don’t know how much time passes before I realize he’s up again, adding more logs to the fire. The room’s even brighter now.
“Hungry?” he asks me.
My stomach answers for me.
He’s pulled his pants and shirt back on. I tell myself it’s for warmth, and he’ll get naked with me again, but I don’t know for sure.
“You want cheese and carrots, or do you want to eat blindfolded and have something that you’d rather not realize you’re eating?” he asks me.
Sweet man doesn’t want to feed me a gingerbread house if he thinks it’ll make me upset. “I’ll have whatever you’re having.”
“Boozy truffles for breakfast it is.”
I reach for my hoodie, but he makes a noise.
I lift a brow at him.
“Can I watch you eat naked?”
My vagina clenches in anticipation and my breasts tingle in excitement. “You want to see this?” I ask, giving him a peek at one nipple.
His Adam’s apple bobs and he adjusts himself in his pants as he looks down at me. “Yes. But not if you’re cold.”
I push up to sitting and let the quilts fall to my waist. “I think I’ll be okay.”
He stares at my breasts.
I rub my hands under them, then pinch my nipples.
“Fuck, Aspen,” he rasps.
“Bring the boozy chocolates.”
It’s amusing that he thinks he’s too old for me when he can move that fast.
One moment, I’m watching his ass in his jeans, and the next, he’s kneeling at the foot of the bed, stripped down himself, and crawling up to me with a box of truffles in one hand.
Tight muscles cover his shoulders and chest, and his erection stands tall and proud from a thatch of light brown hair. I reach for it as he holds a truffle to my mouth.
His eyes cross, and he swipes the chocolate over my cheek.
“Fuck. Sorry,” he mutters.
I giggle.
And when he offers me the truffle again, I suck his fingers into my mouth with the chocolate treat.
His cock twitches in my hand.
I squeeze it lightly, then stroke it up and down, watching his eyes slide shut as he pulls his fingers out of my mouth. “Aspen…”
“Nowhere to go,” I whisper. “All we have to do is stay warm today.”
He growls, and then the man has his face between my thighs, doing exactly what he promised last night and eating me for breakfast.
His tongue on my seam, his lips sucking on my clit, his fingers teasing my inner thighs—it’s not thirty seconds before I’m coming in a blindingly hot flash of heaven.
And as I’m lying there panting, he looks up at me and smirks.
