I leaned in, her damp nipple soft against my cheek. I wanted her so fucking badly. I clenched my jaw, needing a moment. Then I got to my feet, pulling her bra straps onto her shoulders.
The garment flipped back into place.
She frowned at me. “Mitchell.”
“You know, I didn’t think I was a foot man, until I saw your feet earlier.” I allowed myself a brush of my thumbs over the fabric recovering her nipples; a gentle, caretaking caress after ravaging them a moment ago.
Winona’s eyelids fluttered closed, a sharp breath sucking through her lips.
“And I didn’t think I was a breast man, either,” I said. “Not until I saw yours.” Reluctantly, I tugged her sweater up, putting her back together. “But now, I don’t think I was anything until you exploded into my life, Firecracker.”
Winona, still looking frustrated, nevertheless raised her arms, winding them around my neck. I lifted her like it was the most natural thing in the world. She fit like a fucking glove. Her body was so pliable in my hands, her tongue so needy as she kissed me again. She felt so good in my arms. Light as a feather. Warm and soft as taffy. And those tits,fuckthose tits. They were pressed against my chest now. I was desperate to see them again. I wanted to see them bounce with her over me and under me. To slap them gently to see if she’d make that sound again. To watch them swing as I took her from behind.
Winona was grinding against me, her tits perilously close to being in mouth-distance again.
And fuck, I was close to losing it once more.
I had to hold to the rule. I’d dragged her down far enough—if she wanted to sleep with me, it would be on her terms. And these were not yet her terms. I broke the kiss, breathing hard.
“Show me around tomorrow,” I said against Winona’s perfect lips; against the hot breath coming out of her. I waited for her to refuse; to demand I fuck her now and to hell with the consequences.
I’m almost positive I wouldn’t be able to say no to that.
But I also wanted to see her place. To know her and see upclose the life I saw through the window. I set her down on her feet.
And my dick needed a goddamned break.
"Okay," she said. "But bring breakfast."
"Done." I was a picture of fortitude as I slid my hand over her backside and gently nudged her aside so I could open the door to leave. I knew the sexy-as-hell giggle she gave me would stay with me the rest of the night.
CHAPTER 21
Imported Muffins
MITCHELL
The next morning, as promised, I showed up with breakfast. In a fucking basket.
“Let me guess, Sal arranged this?” Winona asked when she'd mostly finished laughing at me showing up like a Little Red Riding Hood. She peered into the bounty of scones and fruit and cultured butter.
She looked fucking breathtaking today, in leggings and a soft shirt, her hair pinned up halfway.
“I won’t bother pretending she didn’t," I said. "But I did tell her what I thought you’d like.”
“How thoughtful.”
It wasn’t actually Sal who was doing all these errands for me. Since she’d taken over in my absence, she had her own assistant. Several actually. But I definitely didn’t need to get into all that.
As I followed her inside, I looked carefully upward, and not at the sexy dimpled curve of her backside. At least not too much. I was here today because I wanted her to know I didn't only want what we talked about last night. It wasn't all or nothing with Winona. Except that I wanted it all.
We sat down to eat first, at a well-worn kitchen table in a beautiful, cozy kitchen that reminded me a little of the one I grew up in. I could tell this table and its mismatched wooden chairs had seen a thousand happy breakfasts, just like ours had, since that's where we ate when Dad wasn't around.
I asked Winona more aboutHeartbreaker Trades, which I was genuinely interested in, and she humored me, telling me about where everything was up to at this point. I was impressed at how much legwork she’d already done, and on her own, no less.
“I do know a thing or two about non-profits,” I told her. “I’d be happy to put you in touch with our legal and financial teams.”
Winona’s eyes lit up. “Seriously? Those are the parts that are giving me hives. I just want to get out there and meet the people.”
