Instead, I was getting to know him and was forced to avoid looking at his bare chest every morning at breakfast.Surely, it would get easier.I'd get over this ridiculous crush and treat him like a roommate.
But I couldn't stop thinking about the way his shoulder felt under my head or the press of his hard thigh against mine.What if he'd moved his hand to my thigh and let it trail up my bare legs to underneath my shorts?If we were dating, would he finger me right there on the couch and bring me to orgasm while the movie was playing?
I squirmed under the blankets, my hand drifting closer to my waistband.It wouldn't hurt to take care of this ache I'd felt ever since I'd moved in.It was harmless to think naughty thoughts about my roommate while I gave myself a release.
I told myself it was innocent as my hand pushed under the band of my panties and between my folds.I was already wet.The entire evening had been foreplay, and Morgan was oblivious to it.If I took care of this incessant need, then I wouldn't be distracted by his bare chest at breakfast.
I was doing myself a favor.I just needed a release, and it didn't have to be by Morgan's hands.I could take care of myself.
I imagined him touching me while the movie played, him shoving my shorts down, and then my panties, telling me to spread my legs in that gravelly voice of his.Then he'd drop to his knees, settling between my legs so that he could suck on my clit and drive his fingers inside me.
It felt good to touch myself, but I wished it were his fingers instead.They'd be rough with callouses, from his work as a contractor, that would feel so good against my sensitive skin.And the scruff on his chin would make me tremble when he rubbed it against my cheek.
I thought about what it would feel like to finally touch his bare skin with his mouth on mine.I was quickly spiraling higher, wanting that release but needing something more.With the thought of him entering me, the orgasm shot through me.I lost myself in the high, knowing it would have been so much better with his hands and mouth on me.When the spasms eased, I felt needier than ever.I wanted the real thing.
No matter how good my imagination was, it didn't compare to Morgan Sterling in the flesh.I knew he'd be so much better than my fingers.
The next day, Morgan was dressed and pouring coffee when I came into the kitchen.
I pulled up short."Why are you dressed already?"
"I thought I'd come with you to the bakery," he said matter-of-factly as if this was something people did all the time.
I frowned, accepting the to-go mug he was handing me."Why?"
"I want to see what you do and how the kitchen flows for you.It's research for the renovation."
"You usually spend time in people's kitchens while they're cooking or baking so you can get a feel for their design?"I asked, a little perplexed.
He chuckled as he took a couple of burritos he'd already made and rolled them in tin foil."We can eat these on the road."
"You made breakfast to go?"I asked, feeling like my brain wasn't working yet.
His lips quirked."I've been making you breakfast before I go to work."
"Well, yeah, but you don't usually come with me to work."I gestured wildly with my hands, feeling completely off-center.I never baked in the early mornings with anyone in the kitchen.I was used to being alone.How would I act normally if he was watching me?
He'd see the slight tremble in my fingers or the flush in my skin, and he'd know that I was attracted to him.I wouldn't be able to hide it.
He stepped close, holding the burritos."You want the perfect kitchen, don't you?"
I blinked at him."Of course but?—"
"I want to get a feel for how you work and what you need."
Were we still talking about the kitchen, or had we veered into my fantasies?Did he hear me last night?Had I moaned?
"We'd better get going if you want to have something baked for your regulars by the time you open."He stepped past me, and I let out the breath I'd been holding.He was intense in the morning.He was on high alert and ready to take on the world when I was fumbling around in the dark.
I grabbed a jacket and shoes, then climbed into the passenger side of his truck.I could have driven myself, but I wanted to eat on the way, and if he was going to hijack my morning, then he could be my chauffeur.
He handed me one of the tinfoil burritos, which was still warm.He turned on the engine, adjusting the heat for the cool morning air, while I slowly unwrapped it."I can't believe you're going to watch me work."
"I need to get a feel for the space you'll need."
"You intend to come with me multiple times?"I squeaked, not proud of the break in my voice.
He grinned at me, his expression easygoing."How else do you expect me to get the right feel?"
