Jillian on her knees, her perfect backside in the air as she offered herself to him.
Jillian sitting astride him, her breasts bouncing as she rode him hard.She’d shown no embarrassment or regrets for enjoying him.It was refreshing.
He’d wanted to own her before they had sex.Now that she’d shown him what a real lover could do, he was never letting her go.The trick was finding a way to reel her in and make her realize that what they had was special.
He slid to the edge of the bed and stood, his feet landing on the wooden floor.Why in God’s name would she want a wooden floor in her bedroom?It was fucking cold.
He padded out of the bedroom and followed the scents to the kitchen where Jillian stood in front of a stove in an oversized T-shirt that barely covered her perfectly shaped ass.Lex stored that image along with the ones from last night.Yet the image she made right now, standing in front of the stove humming a tune under her breath and stirring eggs was so potent.Something warm expanded in his chest, causing him to catch his breath.
The S-shape of her back was so enticing he wanted to scoop her up and carry her back to bed so he could kiss her all over again.No, he wanted to take her right here on the kitchen counter.Her hair hung wet on her shoulders, which meant she’d showered.Without him.The one they’d had last night was still fresh in his mind.She had a beautiful and talented mouth, and an eagerness that had driven him out of his mind.
She bent over to remove something from the oven, giving him a view of lacy panties and a tight ass.His cock responded.He crossed the floor as she straightened and slid his arms around her waist.
She looked over her shoulder at him and laughed.“Don’t sneak up on me like that, Lex.”
“Good morning to you, too,” he whispered, lowering his head to nuzzle her neck and inhale her scent.
She turned off the stove, turned her head, and smiled up at him over her right shoulder.“Breakfast is ready.I have coffee over there and—”
He angled his head and cut her off with a kiss, savoring the heady scents that were uniquely hers mixed with coffee and mint.When he gave her breathing space, she turned around in his arms to face him, put her arms around his neck, and proceeded to kiss him back.She didn’t pull any punches.When she stopped, his hard-on throbbed mercilessly.She shimmied and rubbed against him.
“Behave or we’ll never leave this house,” he warned, running his knuckles along her jaw.Her skin was so soft and flawless.She looked even more beautiful without makeup.“When are you heading to the studio?”
She glanced at the clock on the microwave oven.
“In the next thirty minutes.It’s not far.”She slid out of his arms and reached inside a cupboard for two plates.The T-shirt rode up, and he smothered a groan.She threw him a naughty smile.Now she was deliberately screwing with him.
“Can you call in sick?”
A chuckle escaped her.“Can you?”
She had a point.He had to see his mother this afternoon.“No.”
“Neither can I.Let’s eat and hit the road.”
He propped his hip against the counter and crossed his arms.“I could give you a ride.That way, when I pick you up for lunch, you won’t have to worry about your bike.”
Jillian tilted her head to the side and chewed on her lower lip as she contemplated his offer.Her hesitation didn’t bother him.He knew how fiercely independent she was.He might want her to bow to his will, but he wasn’t holding his breath.
“It’s a yes or no answer, sweetheart,” he added.
She pouted.“Don’t rush me.I’m weighing the pros and cons.”She offered him a plate.“Be careful, the pan’s hot, and you…” She gave him a once over, eyes lingering on his crotch, where he was still sporting a partial hard on.“You are perfect the way you are.”
He grinned.“So you don’t want me to put on something?”
She shook her head.“Nah-ah.As long as you’re comfortable.”
Her T-shirt dwarfed her and had two handprints on the chest just above her boobs and an arrow with the letters TLC pointed toward her crotch.He frowned.He’d tried to be gentle, but considering the number of times they’d reached for each other, she must be sore.She cocked her eyebrows when he continued to stare.
“I think you’re worried that riding your bike might prove to be a problem after last night,” he said.
Her cheeks grew pink.“No, that’s not it.”
The blush gave her away.“I can kiss it better.”
She chuckled and pointed at the food on the stove.“That’s your breakfast, not me.”
He’d have no problem having her first.He turned to serve himself while she poured him coffee.Black, just the way he liked it.He thanked her and followed her to the counter.Great sex always made him ravenous.He didn’t slow down until he got his second helping.Jillian was halfway through hers and watched him with a half-smile.He didn’t mind.He liked having her eyes on him.
