I stand and sneak to the door, telling myself I’m not going out there for sex. Only for chocolate. I won’t even peek at his mostly nude body. He sleeps in just his boxer briefs, a little fact I figured out two nights ago when I needed a drink of water.
I open the door and tiptoe across the moonlit living room, catching sight of him laying on the couch. Even in the dark, you can see he’s hot AF. How did he come by those muscles? Okay, maybe I can peek for just a few seconds, then stuff all my lust deep down inside while I gorge myself on cake. Yes, that’s a solid plan. Just like that solid man laying right there.
What a gentleman really, to give me the bed when he's paying an exorbitant amount to sleep in it. What a very hot, only-in-his-boxer-briefs, super-buff, incredibly talented gentleman. Oh yes, mummy likey.
Licking my lips, I watch him sleep for long enough to be considered very creepy. At least I hope he’s asleep. I finally tear my eyes from his abs long enough to look at his face.
Oh shit. His eyes are open.
“Can I help you?” he asks.
Jumping back a little, I whisper, “I thought you were sleeping.”
“So, you thought you’d watch me?”
“Of course not. I just came out to get some of that chocolate cake and…I wasn't sure if maybe you'd want some, so…”
“So you thought you’d stare at me?” he asks, sitting up and rubbing his scruffy chin with his hand.
Is he grinning at me? Yes, the hot bastard is most definitely grinning.
“I wasn'tstaring, I was just trying to ascertain your level of awakeness.” Yeah, I’m making up words now, so what of it?
He bursts out laughing and then stands, letting his eyes roam over my body. I'm still in the dress I put on after my shower but the look on his face makes me feel completely nude (and happy about it).
“Did you put me to bed?” I ask.
“I thought I would return the favour from the other night when you brought me home from the hospital.”
“Thank you. In that case, I’ll share the cake with you,” I say over my shoulder as I walk toward the kitchen.
“You mean you were going to eat both pieces yourself?”
“I thought you were a gentleman. A gentleman would never ask a lady how much cake she plans to eat.” I switch on the stove light which, in my opinion, sets just the right ambiance for sunrise cake eating.
“A lady wouldn't eat all the cake in the house without offering the gentleman some.” He takes a couple of forks out of the drawer while I retrieve our snack. Each piece is in its own take-out container, so I take the lids off and pass him one while he deposits a fork in my container.
Opening the fridge again, I get out a jug of milk, and when I turn back, he’s already gotten two glasses down for us. “Milk’s a must with chocolate cake,” I say.
“Agreed.” With one hand, he manages to hop up on the counter so he's sitting with his back against the cupboards. In only his underwear, but I should probably stop focusing on that.
“Impressive,” I say as I put my cake down and use both hands to lift myself onto the counter next to him. I sit in the corner, my knee barely touching his.
He’s right there. I could reach out and touchallof him from here.Nope, Emma. Cake. Just eat the cake.
“You couldn't sleep either, or was it my creepy stalking that woke you?” I ask, taking an overly big bite.
“I was already up. I finished that sex scene after I put you to bed and it left me feeling a bit…wired.”
Laughing a little, I say, “Wired? Is that author speak for randy?”
“Maybe,” he answers sheepishly before lifting his fork to his mouth. When he swallows, he has a long gulp of milk, then says, “Having a beautiful woman asleep in the next room doesn’t help much in that regard, I’m afraid.”
The look he is giving me is a definite ‘let’s do this’ expression. He glances at my lips, then his eyes flick back up to mine.
“Do you want me to start sleeping on the houseboat again?” I ask, feeling my heart thump away in my chest.
Reaching up, he wipes a tiny bit of chocolate off my lip with his thumb and sucks it into his mouth. “Not at all. Do you want to go back?”
