He looked at her, confused. He pointed with the toothbrush. “Toilet’s right there, baby.”
“I can’t do it while you’re in the room!”
“Why not?”
“We haven’t even done the nasty yet and you want to share space while I pee?”
“I just licked you to orgasm and you’re worried about me being in the same room while you relieve yourself?”
“Yes! Duh!”
He rested one hip against the countertop, the adorable confusion morphing into a smug male look that made her want to bop him on the head with the toilet brush. “This is a girl thing, isn’t it?”
“Out!”
“Okay, okay!” He left laughing, toothbrush stuck in one corner of his mouth. She tried not to stare at his ass as he went, but apparently her willpower just wasn’t up to the task. She nearly ran to the door to watch that ass flex its way out of the bedroom and down the hall. She would have if the memo from Mother Nature hadn’t been marked Urgent .
It was only after she was done that she realized she was so comfortable being naked in front of him that she’d completely forgotten about it.
“Here.”
Okay, I haven’t forgotten the fact that he’s naked. Yum. She bit back a sigh and stared at whatever it was he was waggling under her nose. She frowned at the toothbrush in his hand. It was hers. “How did you get that?”
“I went by your place and picked up a few things after you fell asleep.” He put a finger over her mouth, stalling her immediate reaction. “I thought you’d be more comfortable with them.”
That’s so sweet . “Thank you, Simon.”
“You’re welcome. Now brush your teeth.” He grinned and gently tweaked one of her nipples. “I haven’t finished my breakfast yet.”
This time, when that fine ass left the bathroom she did peek out the door. She stared as he walked back out of the bedroom, his butt cheeks flexing in the most mouth-watering way. The sexy grin he tossed over his shoulder as he chuckled on the way out let her know he was well aware of what she was doing.
She collapsed against the doorjamb and sighed. Okay. Obviously I’m in a coma brought about by an accident or something. I’m actually lying in a hospital bed covered in tubes while some husky nurse bends my legs so my muscles won’t atrophy. Because hell if I’m not having the best God damn dream of my life.
She picked up her toothbrush and began brushing her teeth. Not even his dream self was going to taste the early morning funk in her mouth.
Simon stood in his kitchen and waited for the coffee machine to finish working its magic. He could hear the sounds of water splashing in his bathroom, bringing a sense of peace he’d never experienced before.
His mate was naked in his bathroom, coffee was brewing and donuts rested on the table ready to be eaten. All was right in his world.
He heard the water cut off and pulled out two mugs. He’d barely begun pouring when he heard her behind him.
“Coffee?”
“Mm-hmm.” He held out a mug. “Come give me a kiss and I’ll give you some.”
Her lips curled in a snarl. “ Cooffeee.”
He bit his lip to keep from laughing. “Down, girl.” He handed her the mug, groaning at the look of sheer bliss that crossed her face. She’d had that same look on her face the first time his tongue had brushed against her clit. He gently lifted her onto the countertop, careful not to spill a drop of the mug she cradled protectively against her chest. No way in hell was he going to allow her to be hurt again, even by her favorite beverage.
She didn’t fight him as he spread her knees apart. He wasn’t even certain she noticed him at first. She was so wrapped up in her caffeine intake she could be sitting on a purple elephant and not notice. He made sure he had one hand wrapped around her mug when he touched her pussy.
“Simon?”
“I told you I wasn’t done eating breakfast.”
She shuddered as he circled her clit slowly. The coffee look isn’t the same. This one is much better.
“Drink up, sweetheart.”
She gulped and finished her mug in record time. Lifting it out of her hands he wrapped her legs around his waist and carried her back to the bedroom.
Donuts be damned. He had something much sweeter in mind to nibble on.
Simon practically threw her down on the bed. The fierce hunger on his face would have been frightening if she hadn’t seen the glint of the humor peeking through. He tweaked one of her nipples, watching intently as it budded beneath his fingers. “What are you thinking about, baby?”
She grinned. She just couldn’t resist. “Mmm. Donuts.”
His big body stilled. His face went slack in shock before he began sputtering. “ Donuts? ”
She bit her lip to keep from laughing in his face. The look on his face was absolutely priceless. She only wished she had a camera so she could capture it for posterity.
“Donuts, eh?” She shrieked as he began tickling her. She squirmed under him, giggling as they began to tussle. She managed to roll onto her stomach and tried to get away but he pounced on her, holding her down under his big body. Becky was at a serious disadvantage, since Simon refused to allow her to roll back over.
All that squirming had a big, predictable result, one Becky could feel digging into her backside. Simon’s erection pressed down against her, and suddenly she realized there were a lot more caresses than tickles in the way Simon was touching her. She looked at him, not surprised his eyes had gone completely gold.
Simon stilled above her, panting from the tickle fight. His expression slowly changed from playful to possessive. He lowered his mouth to hers, kissing her with a ravenous hunger that left her breathless. She barely felt it when he pulled her over on to her side, curling around her like a vine, taking her lips and claiming them as his own.
She could feel his hand trembling as he cupped her breast. He groaned into her mouth, his hands roamed over her skin, sensitizing each and every inch of her body. His tongue thrust in and out in a promise of lovemaking, coaxing hers out to play.
She allowed herself to be persuaded, and got her first real taste of Simon Holt. Her fingers curled into his dark chest hair, pulling slightly as he tried to practically crawl inside her. When his mouth descended on her breast she gasped, pulling his head in tighter to her body. Her fingers buried themselves in his hair in a fierce hold. She took a deep breath, ready to invite him into her body, when she realized she could smell his arousal. His scent, that musky, dark scent, entered her bloodstream, increasing her own arousal a thousand-fold. When he lifted from her breast and bit her neck Becky shuddered and came with a keening cry, shocked and aroused beyond belief, riding the thigh Simon suddenly shoved between her legs with a desperation bordering on insanity.