‘Daisy,’ he sighed as he thrust into her one more time and Daisy felt his whole body tremble as he came, one hand still tangled in her hair and one holding tight to her hips.
‘Daisy, that was…’ he panted, his breath hot on her cheek. ‘That waseverything.’
* * *
Elliot’s house was kind of a mess. Daisy was taking stock as she sat at his kitchen island while he made her a heaping pile of French toast. The bedroom had been tidy enough, other than the copious stacks of books, but the en suite bathroom didn’t currently have a toilet or working shower, they’d had to use the one down the hall, and in the kitchen the tile back-splash behind the counters had been torn out, and beneath her stool was subfloor and nothing else.
It was the first time she’d been inside and since she was pretty distracted last night, she hadn’t had a chance to look around, but now she had questions.
‘You’re redoing the kitchen?’ she asked as Elliot poured her a cup of coffee.
‘Pretty much always redoing something, yeah. It’s what Caleb and I used to do before I moved here. We flipped houses.’
‘Right. I know, but you’re doing this house by yourself?’
He shrugged. ‘I can manage small projects by myself.’
Daisy raised an eyebrow. ‘Like tile and flooring?’
‘I picked up a few skills along the way.’
‘And plumbing?’
‘Nah, I have a guy come in for that.’
‘Hmm…’
‘What’s thathmmmean?’ he asked with a smile.
‘Nothing, I’m just always learning something new and surprising about you. Like that you’re more than just a designs-things-on-paper guy.’
He leaned forward on the counter between them. ‘And what else have you learned about me?’
Daisy tapped her fork against her lips like she was thinking. ‘I’m happy to say I finally got to learn about your impressive sexual prowess.’
He laughed and slid another slice of toast onto her plate.
‘Thanks for noticing. You were pretty impressive, too.’
Daisy grinned, about to dig into her breakfast when Elliot stopped her.
‘Wait, I didn’t do the best part.’ He grabbed a small sieve and scooped powdered sugar into it and then tapped the side until it sprinkled sugar over her French toast. ‘Had to make it snow.’
‘That’s adorable.’
‘My mom used to make it for us on snow days, but I feel like it works in June, too.’
‘Totally,’ Daisy agreed, around a mouth full of sugary bread. ‘Delicious.’
Elliot grabbed a plate of his own and joined her at the island.
‘Now I have to add amazing cooking to the new and surprising things about you,’ she teased.
‘Don’t get too excited. This is my fanciest dish.’
‘Still, a man who can do home renovations, make French toast, and give a woman multiple orgasms is a pretty good résumé.’
Elliot choked a little on his breakfast, his ears turning bright red. Daisy ran a finger over the rim.
