course." He grins, then steps back. He leans around me, grabs the chocolate sauce we bought.
I frown, "I was going to use that to cook."
“I have a better idea.” He holds it upside down, squirts. I glance down to find it dripping into the valley between my breasts.
"Wh…what are you doing?" I gulp.
His lips curl, he drops his head, and licks the sauce from the top of my cleavage toward the hollow of my throat.
"Oh," I stutter.
He sucks on the delicate skin at the base of my neck and I feel the tug all the way down to my core. My pussy spasms and my thighs clench. "W…Weston," I plead.
He pauses, "Do you want me to stop?" He leans back, "Should I leave?" He takes a step back.
I throw out a hand and grab his hip, "Wait."
He tilts his head, "What do you want?"
I want you inside me; I want you to fuck me right here. I blink, "I… I want to complete the recipe I set out to cook."
He frowns, "You want to make breakfast?"
"Y...yeah," I nod, "it’s a new recipe I’m trying out for—"
He scratches his chest and my gaze drops to those cut abs. Not that I hadn’t noticed them before... I mean, I’d managed to look away though, so he wouldn’t catch me staring, but now that he’s drawing attention to it, well… I can’t help but stare. "For a doctor you sure have a great physique."
"For a chef, you sure haven’t figured out the obvious."
I frown. "What do you mean?"
"You were making… What was it you were going to create?"
"Muffins." I frown, "Banana chocolate muffins."
"The oven," he jerks his chin over my shoulder, "the electricity’s not back."
"Oh!"
"And the refrigerator isn't working either," he adds. "Or didn't you notice?"
"I... I didn't," I confess, and I had opened the refrigerator to pull out the ingredients I needed. Hell! I drag my fingers through my hair. "How can I be such a ditz?"
"Maybe your mind was otherwise occupied?" He chuckles.
"How do you mean?"
"Want me to spell it out?" He takes a step forward.
I shake my head, "No, no, it’s fine. You’re right, I was, uh, thinking of other things."
"Oh?" He smirks, "Did it involve me in anyway?"
"Ah, your family actually. When, uh, when do we set off to see them?"
"In four days."
"Four days." I gulp, glance around the room. Four days, during which I still have to resist him. How the hell am I going to get through this?
"What should I do about breakfast?" I pout.
"I have an idea." His grin widens, "Why don’t I make my special instead?"
Twenty minutes, later I sit across the table from him. He’d, thankfully, changed into sweats and a long sleeved T-shirt, which damn, it only set off his broad shoulders even more. I mean, the only thing to beat the sight of this man unclothed is him sitting across the table, with Max at his feet. I’d cleaned up the kitchen by the time Weston had returned with the little guy in tow. I’d topped off Max’s bowl, which he’d wolfed down in minutes, before taking up his position by the table.
Now, he watches as Weston pours the cereal into the bowls. He tops his off with milk, offers it to me. I refuse. Yeah, for a chef, I don’t like milk. Not in my tea, nor in anything else.
"This?" I mutter, "This is your idea of cooking?"
"Hey, don’t mock it until you’ve tried it."
He uses his uninjured hand to dip his spoon into his bowl, and begins to eat.
"It’s not chocolate," I whine.
"Precisely." He scoops up more of the stuff.
I frown, "How the hell am I going to get through the days without cooking?"
"You could clean."
"Yeah, well." I shuffle in my seat. I absolutely hate household chores. Yeah, a tiny detail I’d left out. I know.
I glance down at my bowl, begin to scoop up the mixture. I eye it, then force some of it into my mouth. The flavors explode on my tongue. I crunch down, swallow it, reach for more.
"Not bad, huh?"
I raise a shoulder, "It’s all right." I eat some more. "I couldn’t use firewood to fire up the oven, could I?"
He stares across the table, "Probably not."
"Can I call someone to come and take a look?"
"I already called for service, but they won’t come until the storm blows over."
I frown, glance out the window. Snow comes down in heavy flakes. It does look bad, and if people are being careful before venturing out... "Maybe the roads