“What?” I took a bite of pancake, and sweet, tangy deliciousness exploded in my mouth. I might have groaned. It would have been appropriate.
She smiled, pleased with my reaction. “Nothing. I intended to pour the syrup into a gravy boat or something, so I could heat it up. Gran would be annoyed with me for having a cold syrup bottle on the table.”
It was hard to stop eating to respond, but I forced myself. “Eat. They’re perfect.” I watched her take a tentative, assessing bite of pancake. I grinned when her eyes lit up. “Right?”
We ate silently, each lost in thought. As I finished, though, my thoughts took a decidedly carnal turn. I watched her finish, slid back in my chair, and crooked a finger. She stared at me, unimpressed. “I’m trying to thank you for breakfast, woman. Come over here.”
“I can hear just fine from here.” Her expression was blank, but her eyes were laughing at me.
I noisily slid the table to the side so there was nothing between us. “Damn it. Will you get over here please?”
“I don’t see why.”
I leaned forward, grabbed the legs of her chair, and slid her to me, pleased I had her closer to where I wanted her.
She crossed her arms. “What?”
I brushed her robe off one knee so I could touch her skin, my fingers lightly trailing over and around her leg. I never took my eyes off her face, gauging her reactions. She took a deep, slow breath, continuing to feign disinterest. I brushed her robe off her other knee, both hands caressing her thighs. I watched her eyes dilate as my fingers explored under her robe.
She shifted in her chair, just a subtle adjustment, but one that widened the space between her legs. My thumbs brushed across her inner thighs, back and forth, until they found what they were looking for. Katie’s arms lost their tension, dropping to her sides. My thumbs parted her, sliding up and down, slick. My fingers tightened around her thighs, pulling her forward so I could explore her more easily.
Her breathing had changed to shallow pants, her eyes sleepy as she watched me. I slid one thumb inside her while the other circled. She was gorgeous to watch, but I couldn’t wait. I dropped to my knees, needing to taste her. My tongue explored. When I felt her clench, her orgasm rolling through her, I unzipped and pulled a condom from my back pocket.
She was so adorably spent, she barely noticed when I untied her robe and brushed it off her shoulders. I pulled her off the chair and brought her down on top of me. She climaxed again. I grabbed her ass, holding it to me as I pumped into her. She leaned back, her hands gripping my shoulders as I took her breast in my mouth. She squirmed, moaning. My thumb circled between her legs again as our mating became more frantic.
When I felt her tighten and shake, I let go, groaning. God, she was perfect. Just so damn perfect. I held her to me, never wanting to let go, never wanting her any place than where she was right now.
After a few minutes, I tried to get up.
“What... Why?” She snuggled into me, her head on my shoulder. “Comfy.”
“Shower.” I kissed her cheek. “Do I need to carry you, or can you move under your own steam?”
Her voice was soft and sleepy. “No steam. Steamless. Must carry.”
My thigh muscles were already a little shaky, but I powered through and stood. Climbing the stairs was particularly interesting. But by the time we reached the top, she wasn’t sleepy and I had different ideas about the shower.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Kate
Shower sex; who knew? My limited previous experience with the sport had been awkward and disappointing. I’d been too concerned with drowning to enjoy it. Perhaps the showerhead shouldn’t have been pointed directly at my face. Whatever. Bygones. I was starting a new life, one with a man who made sure I was thoroughly clean, sliding his soapy hands all over me, although he did have some favorite spots. A man who made sure the nice, hot water was pulsating on our bodies, not directly up my nose. It’s the little things.
Aiden took off at a run afterward. It was okay, though. I had plenty of stuff to do that didn’t involve him. Like right now. I was sitting on my porch, drinking a cup of coffee, and thinking about last night. Technically, that did involve Aiden, but it wasn’t necessary for him to be present for me to fantasize. I was fully capable of doing that on my own.
I heard leaves crunch and looked up. Connor was strolling through the trees toward me and Chaucer. “Shit, shit, shit, look innocent,” I whispered to him. He stood, stretching, watching Connor approach. “I mean it. Don’t rat me out, okay? There’s a bully stick in your future if you pretend nothing happened last night.” He turned his head and stared at me. “Or this morning.”
“Good morning.” Connor paused at the bottom of the steps. “Are you okay, Katie?”
I sat up straighter and folded my hands in my lap. “Of course. Why wouldn’t I be?”
He slowly climbed the stairs, studying me. “Well, your voice is higher than usual and you’re looking everywhere but at me.”
“What?” I popped up out of my chair. “Don’t be silly. Just a nice, quiet, relaxing morning, just me and my dog, hanging out, not doing anything.” I looked at my coffee cup, still avoiding eye contact. If it had been Gran standing there, she’d have taken one look at me and asked what I’d been doing to put that guilty look on my face.
“Can I get you a cup of coffee?” I hazarded a look in his direction. He appeared puzzled but not suspicious. Luckily, Connor didn’t know me as well as Gran had.
“How much have you had this morning?” he asked.
