He crawled over her, pressing his hard body against hers, before pulling down the blanket and covering her mouth with his. He parted only a breath before whispering, “Fine, I won’t mention that you loved having me in your bed, but I know it’s true.”
“Whatever,” she growled against his lips before asking, “Where are you off to?”
“After last night, I need food. Stat.”
“Mm,” she moaned, running her hands down his back and cupping his ass in her hands. “I like food.”
“Me too, don’t move. I’ll be back.”
She smiled before he gave her a quick peck and crawled off her, going towards her kitchen. She watched as he searched her fridge, getting out a few things before going to work.
“You cook?” she asked, surprised.
He threw her a grin over his shoulder. “I do.”
“I’m impressed.”
He kept smiling as he beat eggs. “Good, I like impressing you.”
A smile graced her face as she watched him. She didn’t know why she liked that it pleased him to impress her but she did. It made her breathless and excited. She took in all of him. His strong arms and gorgeous back flexing with each move he made. She was hungry, starved even, but more for him than the amazing smelling food he was cooking. He was quick and efficient in the kitchen, exactly like he was on the ice. It was mesmerizing and surprisingly, it turned her on. It didn’t take much when it came to Phillip Anderson though.
He cut up fruit and even made toast, smothering it with butter before drizzling it with honey. Oh, he was good and she had no desire to ever let him leave, but since that would never leave her lips, she shut her mouth tightly as she continued to watch him. He found her food tray and stacked all the food he made on it, grabbing the OJ jug out the fridge and tucking it under his arm before carrying everything to the bed. Reaching for his t-shirt, she threw it over her head before sitting up, welcoming him with a grin.
“You didn’t have to put that on,” he said with a wink.
She laughed. “I didn’t want to get butter on my tits.”
He gave her a smoldering look. “I would have licked it off.”
“I know you would have, but I’m hungry!”
He laughed as he placed the tray between them. “Fine, since butter breast is off the menu, our real breakfast is served.”
She giggled as she sat Indian style and he matched her, reaching for a piece of bacon and feeding it to her. She took a bite, her eyes locked with his, and her heart went wild in her chest.
Oh, this man was dangerous.
“Good?” he asked, huskily.
“Mmhmm.”
He smiled, ripping a piece of toast apart before moving it to her lips. She asked, “You’re gonna feed me?”
He laughed. “I like feeding you. It’s hot.”
She giggled as she took a bite of the toast, biting his fingers playfully before the sweetness of the honey made her moan as she chewed. “So good.”
He took a bite, watching her with desire swirling in his hooded, blue eyes.
“Are we going to make it through breakfast?” she teased.
He looked down at the plate of food before looking back up at her. His eyes were all dark and sexy, and she was getting wet just looking at him. “We need to.”
“Well, then stop looking at me with those hot, bedroom eyes.”
He grinned. “Bedroom eyes?”
“Yes, bedroom eyes. You know what I’m talking about.”
It was obvious that he knew what he was doing because he gave her a smirk before getting a forkful of eggs and feeding them to her. Flavors burst in her mouth, cayenne pepper mainly, and she smiled. “Damn, this is good.”
“I’m glad you like it. Claire and I eat a lot of breakfast food; it’s our favorite type of meal. We even eat it for dinner.”