He nodded. “Beans are in the cupboard above. Grinder is right next to them.”
“You grind your own beans?” she asked. The concept seemed to perplex her. “That seems like an awful lot of extra work.”
“The best things are always worth a little extra.” He moved behind her, opening the cupboard above, and letting his body brush against hers as he grabbed the tin of coffee beans. He bought the kind from Italy that cost a little extra but were worth every penny once the brew cycle completed.
He let his chin drift to the top of her head, pressing a kiss there because he could.
“Linx,” she whispered. “Your parents and your sister could walk in.”
The front of his t-shirt brushed against the back of hers, the cotton abrading his nipples as he allowed his hand to drop to her waist. “I’m only getting the coffee.”
Becca turned. Her nipples were the ones brushing the front of his tee this time.
Not to say that turned him on, but it turned him on.
“You’re being naughty.” She rolled up on her tippy toes to press a kiss to his lips.
Oh, yes. Looked like he wasn’t the only one interested in misbehaving.
“What’s for breakfast?” She asked, turning her attention back to the grinder and the coffee beans.
He’d never had green-eyed envy for coffee beans before, but it seemed he was a guy who was a touch jealous of anything that Becca gave her attention to that wasn’t him.
That thought needed a stop-check. Bacon would do the trick.
“Oatmeal, bacon, maybe some toast.” He grabbed the box of steel-cut oats from the pull-out pantry beside the fridge. “Since we did pancakes yesterday.”
“Do you always go all out for breakfast?” she asked before pressing the button on the grinder.
He couldn’t exactly answer her question while the grinder did its thing, so he waited. Totally eye-fucking her. That was acceptable because she did it right back to him.
When the grinder finished, he spoke, “Sometimes I fix a shake. Sometimes I cook eggs. Depends.” He ran his teeth over the edge of his lips.
“Depends on what?” she asked.
“If there’s someone here worth cooking for.”
The little dimples in her cheeks popped slightly. “That’s sweet.”
“You’re sweet.” He knew this from firsthand experience and a whole lotta experimenting with his tongue and mouth the night before.
“Good morning, son,” Dad hollered from the top of the stairs. “We are coming downstairs now.” There was some rustling and hushed whispers. “If your friend is still with you, know that we are about to enter the kitchen.”
Linx glanced to Becca and held his fingertip up to his mouth, in the don’t respond gesture. Because his dad would continue on and it’d probably be a riot.
She said she wanted fun. Welcome to his world. She was obviously holding back a chuckle, which made him stifle a laugh.
There was a long pause before Dad continued, enunciating every word. “You should give us a hint if it is safe to enter the room.”
Linx smirked.
His family totally barged into his life. They could suffer a little for the intrusion. He also had every intention of changing the television back to C-SPAN remotely whenever his dad watched his detective shows.
“He’s not subtle at all, is he?” Becca asked as she finished pouring the filtered water into the coffee pot and clicked it on.
“Nope.” Linx loaded his oats into his Instant Pot. Yes, he had one. Yes, he used it all the time. No, it didn’t mean he had to take punches off his man card. “We’re in here, Dad.” Linx said louder than necessary, but he raised his voice to match the obnoxious that was his father.
Mom and Dad bustled through the hallway, headed toward them. He heard something about not making Becca uncomfortable from his mom. Then something about how he wasn’t making anyone uncomfortable—that was from his dad.
