“Morning,” he said, a grin tugging at his lips.
At least he didn’t look like scared runaway Krit.
“Made you coffee,” he said as I took the cup from him.
“Thank you.”
He stood there close to me even after I took the cup and we stared at each other. He was the pro at this kind of thing. I had no idea what I was supposed to say. So I waited.
“Was it too much to ask for you not to look so damn good in the morning?” he asked as he reached out and wrapped a strand of my hair around his finger.
“I brushed it,” I admitted.
He chuckled softly. “Next time I want to see it pre-brushed.”
Next time? There would be a next time? I didn’t want to get too excited. He could mean the next time he stays over and watches a movie and puts me to bed.
“I have a gig tonight about an hour away. What time do you get off work?” he asked as we stood there, my coffee forgotten in my hand. Krit’s blue eyes could make you forget your name when they were focused on you.
“Uh, four,” I replied in a little bit of a daze from his intensity. He was never this close and intense before yesterday.
“I’ll pick you up at six. I want you to go with me.”
As if any female with a beating heart could tell him no. I simply nodded.
He grinned, and his dimples came out. I reached up and touched one before I could stop myself.
His grin slowly faded as his eyes flickered with the heat I remembered from last night. “What you doing, love?”
“I like your dimples,” I replied honestly.
He reached for the coffee he had given me and I let him have it. He set it down on the counter beside him then picked me up and set me on the other counter, leaving him standing snuggly between my legs.
I wasn’t sure what he had planned on doing until he cupped my face with both of his hands and held it as if I were breakable. His eyes locked on mine then dropped to my lips. “I was gonna be good and not kiss you this morning. But I don’t think I can do that.”
I didn’t want him to be good. “Okay,” I said, almost afraid to talk. I didn’t want him to change his mind.
He moved in closer, and then his mouth was on mine and his tongue was teasing my bottom lip. I opened for him and moaned in pleasure as he slid inside. Just like before, I had to grab ahold of him for fear of losing myself somewhere. My head felt light and my heart pounded so hard, I knew he had to hear it.
My body started tingling again, and I needed to squeeze my legs together, but he was standing between them. His hands drifted to my waist, and I wanted to beg him to touch me again. Moving my body closer to him, I hoped to get a brush of his chest.
But before I could feel him, he was gone.
I opened my eyes and he was standing back just a little bit, taking quick short breaths. His eyes were still on me, and I had to bit my tongue to keep from begging him to come back.
“That,” he said, and tilted his head back and stared at the ceiling. “I have to get control of that.”
I disagreed. I thought he needed to have less control of that. I had thought kissing Linc had been fun and had felt warm and nice. Well, kissing Krit made my body go into a wild frenzy of feelings that made me lose my mind. It was explosive.
I sat there and watched as he got his breathing evened out. Then he finally looked at me again. The smirk on his face made a giggle bubble up, and I covered my mouth to keep him from hearing it. But he heard it anyway.
“You think this is funny?” he asked, taking a step toward me. The sexy look on his face excited me.
I nodded and watched him as he battled with himself about getting closer to me.
“What if I yank that T-shirt off your body and put my hands back on those pretty titties? Hmmm? Would that be funny?” The playful look in his eyes was meant to tease me, but the way he described it made my body feel flush all over.
“No, it wouldn’t be funny at all,” I replied a little breathlessly.