With a smile, I loop my arms around the back of his shoulders. “You say that as if you think we might have time to do something before we eat.”
“Hmm.” He strokes my hips with a firmness I love. “I can think of one or two ideas.”
“Like?”
He angles his head, my heart stopping and my breath hitching when he kisses me. “Like this.”
With my belly full of butterflies, I lean into his chest. “Just one kiss?”
He cradles the nape of my neck with one large, hot palm, his thumb stirring the sensitive tiny hairs there. “Darlin’, I’m not close to being done kissing you yet.”
Chapter 14
Hunter
Icame down for coffee, and I walked into the dirty dream to end all dirty dreams.
I stop rubbing the sleep from my eyes and stare at Maisie’s sexy, rounded ass.
The kitchen smells of baking. There’s sugar, a hint of spice, and something fruity. More sharp than sweet. I thought Knox was making Pop-Tarts in the oven again instead of the toaster. I’d been ready to yell at him not to wander off and forget itagainand burn the house down with Maisie inside it.
But this isn’t Knox, and halfway down the stairs, I should’ve known no strawberry Pop-Tart—his favorite—could ever smell half as good as this baking does.
Sleep forgotten and coffee a distant memory, my eyes track Maisie, wearing a pair of slightly too short, too tight gray shorts and a white tank that reveals a tempting strip of tummy.
She has her strawberry-blonde hair in a messy knot at the top of her head. Flour dusts her pink cheeks; her skin is slightly sweaty from the hot kitchen, and her nipples are pebbled, the result of the window I just watched her lean up to push open.
I adjust myself in my pants.
She’s humming under her breath and bobbing her head as she moves a dirty container with a wooden spoon and a spatula to the counter beside the sink.
Smiling as I cross my arms, I rest my head against the doorframe and justenjoywatching her.
Some guys go to a strip club to watch a woman dance for them. Not me. This right here—a barely dressed sexy woman in a kitchen—ismysecret pleasure.
I swallow hard when she pulls on oven mitts and bends over right in front of me.
Damn.
I’d adjust myself in my pants again, but there’s no point. No amount of rearranging is going to create a space that doesn’t exist.
Far too soon, she straightens and sets a pie with a golden woven top on a baking rack. It’s like the pies on the front of a baking magazine in the store. If she didn’t look so good in those shorts, I’d be busy salivating over the pie and not her. She pulls off the oven mitts and uses the back of her forearm to push clinging strands of blonde hair off her forehead when she must feel me watching.
Her gaze darts to me, away, and snaps back to me. Her eyes widen. “Hunter?”
“Hey,” I say softly, uncrossing my arms.
“I came down for coffee, but I didn’t want to interrupt you,” I say, fighting the urge to cover myself with my hands. I’m in briefs, but this thin bit of cotton can’t possibly conceal how turned on I am.
Her eyes dart down, briefly linger on my bare chest before settling on my briefs. Her cheeks darken, and she drags her gaze away. She gestures toward the dirty container beside the sink. “Um, sorry for taking over your kitchen.”
My eyes drop to her white tank top. I hadn’t intended to look, but her tank is as thin as my cotton briefs, and her nipples are hardening as my cock throbs.
If I don’t walk out of this kitchen, I’m going to bend her over something and fuck her.
I drag my gaze from her dusky nipples, barely visible through her thin t-shirt. “No worries. I’ll leave you to it.” I turn to leave.
A loud crash stops me in my tracks. Maisie hisses, and I whip around to find her face scrunched up in pain.
