Page 191 of Vicious Temptation

“Take all the time you need. In the meantime…” I kiss her and slide my hands behind her knees, bringing her to the edge of the island. “I’m hungry.”

There’s no going back from here. I don’t know how the hell I’m going to make this right, but I will. Whatever happens when she learns the truth, I won’t let anyone hurt her because of me.

I breathe her in and hold her against me. Remi is mine. And realizing how far I’d go to protect her scares the shit out of me.

“I hope you like it.”

I kiss her harder, my hand sweeping up her thigh as I push my shirt higher.

“I already know I’m going to love it.” My fingers hook the collar, and with one sharp pull, I tear the thin T-shirt straight down the middle.

Remi’s eyes widen. “Well,” she says, glancing down at the ruined fabric. “That’s certainly one way to do it.”

I laugh and cup her breast, brushing my tongue over her nipple. “You sound surprised.”

“At this point, I’m surprised when you use your hands like a normal person. I’m starting to think you just like ripping shit.”

“Only when you’re wearing it.”

“Mmm.” She smiles. “Well, I’m not about to discourage you.”

I start to lower my mouth to her again, but she plants a hand against my chest and nods toward the plate beside her.

“You know breakfast is getting cold, right?”

I glance over at it. “Sorry, I’m distracted. But don’t worry.” Burying my face in her neck, I slip my hand higher on her thigh. “I very much plan to fucking eat.”

Remi laughs and pushes at my shoulder until I finally lift my head.

“Food first. I sacrificed precious sleep after you spent half the night fucking me into a support beam, just to make you this.”

My dick twitches at the reminder, and I squeeze her thigh. “Worth every fucking minute.”

“Agreed.” She reaches for the fork, cuts off a piece of tortilla and egg, then holds it toward my mouth. “But you’re going to try this and love it because I made it, and it’s delicious.”

I laugh as I open my mouth to take a bite, chewing while she watches me expectantly. We’ve played this game before. She doesn’t need my approval. She needs to know whether I have good taste, which apparently means liking all the same things she does.

“Well? What do you think?”

“Your ego is about to become unbearable.”

Her smile turns smug. “That good?”

“Unfortunately.”

“I knew it.” She looks far too pleased with herself as she cuts off a second bite, but I catch her wrist and turn the fork toward her.

“You cooked. You eat.”

Remi eyes me before opening her mouth to let me feed her. A little crema clings to the corner of her lip, and I swipe it away with my thumb. Her gaze drops to my hand before she closes her lips around it, her tongue dragging over the pad.

She slowly pulls it from her mouth, watching me the whole time, then reaches for the plate. Dipping a finger into the crema, she draws a cool white streak down the center of my chest.

“Now you have to use that pretty mouth and clean me up.” I guide her closer as she licks the mess she made. “Something tells me those eggs are never getting eaten.”

“I can make more.”

The way she says it, like making me breakfast again is already a given, hits me almost as hard as her tongue.