I found a new, cold fork and started turning the food, smiling and shaking my head.
In the back of mind, though, I was calm. Hopeful. This felt right and good, and I was relaxed. Maybe, just maybe, I could talk him into bed.
His hand trailed down my arm.
Maybe I didn’t have to talk him into bed.
“I’m sorry, Kimber. I am. I wanted to surprise you with breakfast to make up for all the early mornings and late nights. You understand this is a pivotal time. I don’t want to screw this up.”
“I do get it, Elex. But you have to understand I’m also working in a whole new world. I just… need you here once in a while.”
He rested his chin on my shoulder. “We picked exactly the wrong time to get involved at this level.”
“We’re good for that.” I laughed. “Our timing always sucks.”
His hand traveled around my waist, and I felt his lips on the curve of my neck. It felt good, nice, familiar.
“Take the bacon off the stove,” he whispered. “We’ll finish cooking later.”
Not a word of dissent from me. I grabbed the potholder and yanked the pan to the butcher block, dropping it there as he found the front seam of my robe.
Oh, gods, his hand felt so good on my breast. So good.
“Bedroom, please,” I hissed.
He spun and scooped me up, heading out of the kitchen and directly to the bedroom.
He bent his head and grabbed the belt of my robe with his teeth and pulled it open. The cloth fell away just as we reached the bed, and he placed me gently on the sheets.
His gaze was fire on my skin. There was no subtlety in his touch, landing each palm on my breasts.
“Be careful of your burn, Elex…”
He nodded and then demonstrated how much I had to worry, which was not at all.
The shock of his touch pearled the tips harder, almost painfully.
“Clothes, Elex. Please get naked. Now. Please.”
Taking his time, he massaged the mounds before he backed up and dropped his clothes in a flash. He climbed on the bed, and he was already erect. I wasn’t sure I wanted to wait.
I wanted him between my legs, but he lay down next to me, instead. Slowly, he began drawing circles with his fingers on my skin, which grew larger and turned into patterns of whirls and lines and zigzags.
Light, barely making contact, it raised bumps on my skin and sent bolts of lightning straight to my sex. I couldn’t stop my legs from working against the sheets, wanting more of what he was doing while wanting him to stop and just get inside me.
Tugging on his hands didn’t stop him at all. Instead, he found my lips with his, giving me open-mouthed kisses, his tongue only dancing in and out quickly. Stealing tastes. Teasing and promising.
I’d missed this. He was a patient and inventive lover, and I very much enjoyed being his experiment.
“Elex…”
I tried to speak, tried to beg him, but his hand dropped between my legs and found my very hot and swollen clit. He barely touched me, and I jerked.
My sex reacted as well, sending out a wave of my own cream, slicking all of me, preparing me for his cock.
Elex pulled back a bit when I laughed into his kiss.
“I miss this. I miss you in the bed. I miss you in my pussy. Please, don’t stay away so long.”
