"White chocolate."
My mouth drops open and I blink. "Well I'll be damned."
Now that smile gets a little smug and fuck if my panties don't go damp.
Kai's nostrils flare as he steps closer then lowers his face as my heart rate kicks into overdrive. "I love chocolate."
Oh, shit.
And I love a man with a sweet tooth.
That fact alone was worth being up all night for.
Shit.
Chocolate Fiend
My stomach rumbles as I step into my boots, reminding me that I waited too long to make the inevitable decision to go to the little shop in town where my beautiful mate works. I've been restless since I delivered her to her home a few hours ago, the charming little cottage house tucked away in a heavily wooded area about twenty-five minutes south of town, forty minutes away from my temporary, yet growing-more-permanent home in the mountains.
It was a torturous kind of heaven having her body pressed up against mine, her strong arms holding me tight, or when her warm breath caressed my neck as she held my hair away from my face. It was torture having her so close while having to keep barriers between us but I would relive the agony every day in order to have her in my life.
My mate, Posey, is quite the female. She is smart and capable, efficient and takes pride in her work. She's funny, so damn funny, and didn't hesitate to take verbal jabs at me or my brothers.
I liked that very much.
I enjoyed watching her in another level of her natural environment, the way her beautiful body moved while she worked, though I did not enjoy the way she was dressed.
Well, I did, I just didn't enjoy the fact that everyone else could see her dressed that way as well.
The soft swell of her breasts peeking out from the low cut top.
The toned, tan legs that appear longer than her small frame suggests.
The curve of her perfect ass cheeks that barely kissed the bottom hem of those shorts.
Yes, my mate has a body made for sin and every other bastard in that pub got a good look at it.
I much prefer the way she dresses for her job at the coffee shop. A form fitting shirt that isn't too revealing, tight jeans that don't display any creamy skin.
Perhaps I should suggest she dress like that all the time in public.
Then again, Posey would probably make some snide remark and dress how she wanted anyway. Better I keep it simple and ask that she be clothed in public with the promise to be naked in private. Naked with me.
Quickly I tamp down that thought and grab what Milos called a hoodie from the closet. I don't need it, not really. Despite being half past six in the morning and still rather cool for late spring, my body does not allow cold to permeate my build, but since we need to blend in a little more I'm now following fucking seasonal fashion trends.
I am, however, excited to see my mate this morning.
Yes, I saw her just a few short hours ago.
Yes, I know it'll be a simple exchange over my breakfast choices.
Yes, I know it's ridiculous for a king to feel a touch giddy and light at the mere thought of a female, but I can't help it.
My fated mate is intriguing as fuck and if I intend to woo her then I need to lay some groundwork.
If she is my fated mate.
I'm almost positive, almost sure she is mine but it's much harder to tell since Posey is human.
