I shrugged, not bothering to deny it.
We remained silent for a while, watching the TV. The volume was turned down so low, you could only hear the low rumble of David Attenborough’s voice, but the melodic cadence made my eyelids grow heavy.
Oliver lifted a hand and twined it through my hair, massaging my scalp.
‘Thank you for tonight,’ I mumbled against his chest, half asleep.
Soft lips brushed my forehead. ‘Anytime, Pooh,’ he whispered.
36
OLIVER
‘You’re already dead. And I wasn’t the one to do it, so why are you trying to hurt me?’ I winced as another splash of bacon fat hissed out of the pan. Jumping back out of range, I held up a spatula at arms length and prodded at the bacon. It let out another giant hiss, somehow still catching my bare skin from several feet away. ‘Son of a-’
‘Why are you cursing at bacon?’
I spun around, forgetting how close I was to the stove and got several spurts of bacon grease on my back.
‘Ow!’ Okay, if this is what I got for trying to do a nice thing… I turned off the gas and threw the spatula in the sink. Holding my hands up in defeat.
Fallon stood in the archway of the kitchen, an amused smile curling at her pink lips. My cock gave a jolt at the sight of her. My eyes snagged on the long t-shirt she was wearing.Myt-shirt. It reached her middle thigh, showing me her fucking gorgeous thighs. Thighs, I knew felt amazing wrapped around my head. Thighs, I wanted to sink my teeth into.
Thighs, I would sell every stitch of furniture in this house to taste one more time. I exercised immense self restraint last night. Holding her warm body against mine was a form of torture—one I’d happily subject myself to for an eternity.
‘I was trying to make breakfast,’ I admitted, throwing the tea towel I had been using as a shield onto the counter. ‘You’re awake.’ I added uselessly.
Her smile widened. ‘And you’re cooking half naked.’
I tore my eyes away from her to glance down at my torso. ‘You got a problem with that, Pooh?’ I wore a smug grin, knowing that the sight of me half naked was definitely affecting her. The flush teasing her pale cheeks gave it away.
She drew her bottom lip into her mouth and fuck me, I almost lost my shit and stormed over there.
‘No. But cooking 101 says that one should always be properly dressed.’ She sauntered into the kitchen to peer at the pan with charred bacon. Her shoulder brushed my abs. I held my breath to stop myself from reacting to the innocent touch.
She peered up at me. ‘I didn’t know you cooked.’
Swallowing past the desire currently swelling in my pants, I said, ‘Uh, I don’t. My brother is the cook. I was just…attempting.’
‘Why?’
Good question. One that I didn’t have an answer to.
I’d woken this morning with Fallon’s body curled in a foetal position, her head resting on my chest. Her hair spilled over the white linen and for ten minutes I stayed as still as possible, listening to her breathing—watching her sleep, like a creep. Something had come over me. A simmering in my blood that told me to get up and go to the shop and stock my fridge with as much food as I could, and try and make this woman breakfast. Thankfully, due to the early morning, the corner shop had been relatively quiet andthe sweet old lady behind the counter had no idea who I was.
‘You don’t want breakfast?’ I queried, stepping towards her so only a sliver of space separated us.
Her cheeks flushed. ‘I didn’t say that.’ Her voice was breathy, as if our proximity affected her as much as it did me. Her eyes dipped down to my bare chest. Trying to get a handle on her arousal, she cleared her throat. ‘Your house is really warm.’
‘Heated floor,’ I murmured.
She huffed out a laugh, ‘Of course you have heated floors.’ Her eyes crept up my body until they landed on mine.
My fingers were moving before my common sense had a chance to catch up. I tucked strands of her hair behind her ear, cupping her cheek as I closed the distance between us. Our body slotted together, perfectly. I felt the soft material of her shirt brush against my bare chest.
Her breath hitched.
‘I have more money than God.Of course,I need all my floors heated. I’m an arrogant prick remember?’
