“Why are you out of bed?” I give him a playful scowl. “I told you to rest today. You worked your butt off and deserve a lazy day before you start with edits.”
Gripping hold of my chin, he presses a kiss to my mouth, then meeting my eyes, he replies, “I got up because you’re not in bed.” He leans past me and steals a slice of bacon. “And I smelled food.”
“I’m making a big breakfast to celebrate you finishing the book,” I tell him.
The corner of his mouth lifts, and a happy emotion flashes over his face. “You are?”
God, I hate that Levi had such an awful childhood. Every time I do something that’s as natural as breathing to me, he has this stunned reaction. Then I just want to hold him, and that leads to sex and no work getting done.
“I am.” I grin at my man while keeping an eye on the bacon, eggs, and hashbrowns. “My parents taught me to celebrate every achievement and special day.”
“I like that.” Levi grabs some coffee, then leans back against the counter and sips on it while watching me. “You’re spoiling me rotten. Thank you, my muse.”
“Ooooh, this is just the start. We’re celebrating you all day long. I even got you a gift.”
I almost whittled my fingers to the bone to get the surprise ready on time, and I can’t wait to see his reaction.
Levi straightens up, curiosity lighting up his eyes. “What did you get me?” When I shake my head, he moves closer. “Food can wait.” I shake my head again, and it has him setting down his mug and folding his arms around the front of me while resting his chin on my shoulder. “You can’t tell me you have a gift for me and expect me to wait.”
“I can,” I chuckle as I place the bacon on paper towels so the oil can drain. “The growing suspense is the best part about getting a present.”
“I don’t like suspense,” he grumbles, pressing a kiss to my cheek. “Please.”
“Nope.”
Another kiss is dropped beneath my ear. “Pretty please.”
Laughter bursts from me as I check the hashbrowns before dishing them onto our plates. “You’re getting it tonight,” I tease him.
One of his hands moves up to massage my breast, and his voice drops low as he seductively murmurs, “Please.”
I stop cooking, because whenever he uses that tone with me, I’m instantly turned on. “Fine. Maybe you can have it late this afternoon.”
His other hand moves down and slips beneath the stretchy fabric of my leggings. “Please.”
I quickly switch off the stove and place the eggs on our plates, then teasingly murmur, “Maybe you can get it at two.”
Levi lightly bites the side of my neck while his fingers part me to get to my clit, then the word rumbles from him, and I’m done for. “Please.”
I lean against his chest, my arms moving back so I can rub my palms up and down his thighs. “I’m open for negotiation.”
His pointer finger drags through the arousal at my entrance. “Hmm ... I can feel you are.” Then he pulls away from me with a dark chuckle.
I swing around, ready to jump his bones if I have to, but I freeze when Levi sucks his finger into his mouth.
Holy hotness.
Not wasting a second, I shove my leggings and underwear off. Levi slowly unbuckles his belt while he watches me with what can only be described as fuck-me eyes.
“I’m so liking this side of you,” I say.
“Take off your shirt and get on the island,” he orders with a dominant tone, making tingles scatter through my body.
As quickly as possible, I perch my butt on the side of the island.
Levi flicks the button of his jeans open while stepping closer. He takes hold of my ankles and sets my feet on two stools, the position spreading me wide for him.
“Lean back and brace yourself with your arms.” He gives me another seductive order.
