“Careful,” he murmured, his voice low with quiet amusement, though his attention hadn’t left me for a second.
“I might start thinking you like what you see.”
“Oh, please,” I huffed, even as I made another attempt to grab the covers, which he once again denied me with far too much ease.
But before I could duel back with another witty reply, my stomach betrayed me. The sound was loud enough that he would never miss it.
I froze for half a second before instinctively bringing a hand to my stomach, as if that might somehow silence it after the fact. A small groan slipped from me as I dropped my head back against the pillows.
“Okay, in my defense,” I muttered, already feeling the heat creep up my neck,
“I did say I was hungry.”
A slow, knowing look crossed his face as his gaze dipped briefly, not to my stomach, but to me. To the way I was still half reaching for the covers, half trying to recover what little dignity I had left. Although the blinding daylight streaming through the windows was making that impossible, as there was nowhere for me to hide.
“I know which first meal of the day I’d prefer to eat,” he said with a knowing grin, staring unapologetically at my pussy and actually licking his lips.
Hence why my breath caught.
And just like that, any lingering composure I might have had disappeared entirely as I made one final, this time successful, grab for the covers. Fisting them in my hand and dragging them up and around me as I sat up quickly. I then wrapped them firmly around myself like a shield.
“Well,” I said, lifting my chin slightly despite the situation,
“So, what about that breakfast then?”
The corner of his mouth lifted, something far too knowing settling into his expression as he finally let the moment stretch just a fraction longer.
“I have better ideas.”
“Oh?” My brow arched immediately.
He stepped closer then, just enough to close the distance slightly, his gaze holding mine with that same quiet certainty that seemed to follow everything he said.
“I want to take you to lunch,” he said.
“We can consider it our first date, if you prefer.”
Something in my chest lifted at that, the kind of reaction I didn’t even try to hide as a grin spread across my face.
“Well, considering how well our first date ended,” I replied, unable to stop the smile that tugged at my lips,
“I think we should call this one our second.” That did it. A quiet chuckle left him, something warmer slipping into his expression as he leaned down, closing the distance between us once more. His hand brushed lightly against my cheek as he pressed a soft kiss to my lips.
“Mm, second date it is,”he murmured against my mouth.
And just like that…
The moment shifted again, and I melted into his touch, kissing him back, no matter how short it was. He then ran the backs of his knuckles down my cheek and told me,
“I won’t be long.”
After this, I watched him walk away, and the door had barely clicked shut behind him before I let myself fall back against the headboard. My body sank into the mattress as though the last hour had finally caught up with me, a soft, breathless laugh escaping before I could stop it.
A slow, dreamy sigh followed, unrestrained and entirely unashamed as I let my head tip back. My eyes fell closed for just a moment while the lingering warmth of him seemed to settle deeper into my skin. The scent of him wrapped around me in a way that felt almost impossible to ignore.
It was ridiculous, completely and utterly ridiculous, and yet the smile that spread across my face refused to fade. The kind that would have made me cringe if I could actually see it for myself.
“Oh yeah, you're in trouble now,” I muttered to myself under my breath, though there was no real bite to it. Only amusement as I exhaled softly and pushed myself upright. The room already feeling different without him, as though something essential had left with him despite the lingering traces he had left behind.
