He grins. “Now that sounds like a plan.”
The kitchen is small, sun streaks spilling across the counter, the city waking up outside the windows. I crack eggs while he makes coffee, our movements awkward at first, two people figuring out how to exist together in a space that suddenly feels intimate in a whole new way.
He bumps my hip on purpose when he passes. I swat at him with the spatula. He laughs, that bright, easy laugh that always sneaks past my defenses.
“This feels weirdly domestic,” I blurt before I can stop myself.
He pauses, glancing at me. “Good weird?”
I hesitate. “Yeah,” I admit with a scrunch of my nose.
His smile is small but real. “Okay, good.”
We fall into a rhythm after that. Music low from a speaker in the corner. Coffee brewing. The scent of butter warming in the pan. And then he comes up behind me. No warning. His hands settle on my hips, warm and steady, his lips feathering against my shoulder. I freeze not because I want to pull away, but because every nerve in my body lights up.
“You’re distracting me,” I warn, not at all a complaint.
“Well, you’re distracting.” He laughs softly against my skin.
The spatula slips from my fingers as he turns me toward him, eyes searching mine like he’s asking permission without saying it out loud. I nod before I even realize I’m doing it. His kiss is slow at first. It’s soft, teasing, almost careful and then suddenly not careful at all.
The world narrows to heat and breath and the way his hands tighten like he can’t get close enough. The edge of the stove presses against my back, grounding me while everything else spins. He slides me over then lifts me up onto the counter, his body moving into the space between my legs.
I pant breathlessly against his mouth. “Breakfast-”
“Can wait,” his voice rough, as he reaches over and flips the burner off. And the way he looks at me like I’m the only thing he sees makes every rational thought disappear.
His fingers grip onto the back of my neck to tug my face to his, his lips crashing against mine a second later. My breath breaks when he presses against me, the heat of him impossibleto ignore. He takes full advantage of my open mouth by sweeping his tongue inside to tangle with mine.
I scoot forward, pressing my chest more firmly into his, surprised when he takes a small step back. It fades the moment he reaches for the hem of the t-shirt I’m wearing to tug it up and over my head, my nipples peaking as soon as the air hits.
“Much better.” He growls, bending to suck one hard tip between his lips, and I nod my agreement as I arch into the warm heat of his mouth. His teeth gently bite onto the end of my nipple before he moves to my other breast, giving it the same attention as the first.
His hand cups the silk covering my center, one finger digging in deeper than the rest as it drags over my clit, my hips thrusting into his touch, a low groan tumbling from my throat. He chuckles around my breast, the vibration only adding to the intensity of the mixture of sensations I’m experiencing.
The heat around my peak is suddenly gone, his hands going to my waist as his fingers slide my panties off me. “Let’s get these out of the way.”
I watch as the teal material floats silently to the tile, his hands making quick work of tugging his sweats down, his hard length springing free. He wraps his hand around the base of his cock, the tip already glistening with pre-cum, his eyes dangerously dark as he peers across the small space between us.
I trace my lower lip with my tongue, my hunger for him much stronger than anything my stomach was complaining about just a few minutes ago. I slide my hands around his waist and yank him toward my center as I spread my legs wider. “Mikey…” I pull him closer, not even trying to pretend I want anything but more.
His look turns feral as he lines his tip up to my opening before driving into me with one shove. “Is this what you want?” His voice is like gravel, his breath hot against my ear as his armsyank my entire body flush to his.Here’s that bad boyis the only thought that registers as I nod.
He moves slowly at first, watching my face like it matters more than anything else. And God, it does. Every shift, every breath, every sound, he’s right there with me. “Yes.” I mewl, my nails breaking through skin as his thrusts deepen.
“I’ll give you anything you want, Quinn.” His hips piston even harder, my orgasm starting to crest. “Anything.” And then stars burst under my eyelids as I clutch onto him, my name a roar from his lungs as his release hits a moment later.
We stay entwined in each other’s hold as our chests heave between us, neither of us letting go of the other for several long minutes. When he finally slides out of me, he quickly grabs a nearby kitchen towel and places it between my legs to catch his release.
“You okay?” His hands weaving through my hair as he places his forehead to mine.
“I’m amazing.” I lean forward and press my mouth to his. This was completely different than last night, but everything about it was absolutely and deliciously perfect.
He tugs his sweats back up over his hips and then hands me his shirt and my panties, helping me off the counter so I can put them back on.
“Ready for some breakfast?” He cocks a coy grin over at me as he moves to the stove and turns the burner back on.
Later, steam curls through the bathroom as the shower runs. I stand outside the door for a moment, heart thumping, then push it open. I watch as the water runs in rivulets over the muscles of his back. He looks over his shoulder, surprise flickering into a slow, wicked grin. “See something you like?”
