Dirty Playboy - Alex Wolf Page 0,42
smiles against my lips.
Oh no; morning breath. I wince while his lips press to mine, but at the same time I want to melt again.
He doesn’t make so much as a face. His hand slips into mine, and he leads the way into the kitchen. It smells amazing, but I notice the Panera bag and Starbucks cups.
I narrow my eyes on him. “Made me breakfast?”
He laughs and says, “Indeed.”
I grab the Starbucks cup with my name on it and take a long drink. The caffeine rushes through my bloodstream, and now, I’m fully awake. “You could’ve gotten coffee at Panera.”
“No, I couldn’t.”
“Why? I can’t imagine they ran out.”
He snickers. “Because Panera bagels are your favorite for breakfast. But you always drink Starbucks. This is what you like, so this is what you get.”
I really don’t think there’s anything he doesn’t know about me. He nails every single detail to perfection.
I can’t think of a better morning than this. I want to do nothing but spend the whole day with him. How did my life turn this complete one-eighty in a matter of days? It’s surreal.
One thing I do know is that I’m falling for him, the real him. Headfirst and fast. It feels so dangerous, but I’m sprinting right into it, driving on the wrong side of the highway. Surely, this will end messy, but right now, I don’t even care.
He pulls out a couple of bagels and hazelnut cream cheese spread, and even when he makes my bagel for me, it looks sexy. I’ve never seen him without a shirt on, and he’s not bulky, but lean and cut, like an Olympic swimmer. His muscles ripple down his arms and chest. His abs are little puzzle pieces that disappear under his athletic shorts.
My face heats up and my pulse quickens every time I look in his direction. He says things like I belong to him, or I’m his, but I feel that same possessive energy wafting over me right now. The man is mine, he belongs to me, that body, that voice, and I don’t want that to ever change. I want to put down roots and plant myself in his apartment. I wanted to be with him so bad last night, but at the same time, there was something incredibly sweet about how he wants to do everything right. Plus, the orgasm he gave me—yeah, I’ll never forget that.
If I knew oral sex could be that good, I might’ve tried it out a little more during my college days. I quickly remember I’ve never stayed the night with a man before, and my cheeks go pink. He’s such a natural at this, and I feel clumsy and awkward.
“What?” he asks without even looking at me.
“Huh?”
“You’re embarrassed.”
I take another sip of coffee. “Am not.”
“I have eyes, Mary. So, tell me something about you.”
I glance up at his face over my cup, but not before raking my eyes over his torso. “Like what?”
He shrugs. “I don’t know, what’s your favorite movie?”
Without thinking, I say, “Pretty Woman.”
His eyes narrow, skeptical. “Seriously?”
I fake a glare back at him. “Yeah, why, is that a problem?”
He laughs. “No, just took me by surprise a little. Why’s it your favorite?”
“Lots of reasons, I mean the romance is great. I really like the scene where she goes back into the dress store with Richard Gere, and all the women who judged her, start falling all over themselves to help her. I like when villains get their comeuppance.”
“Very nice use of the word comeuppance.”
“Why, thank you.” I smile. I love how easy our conversations flow when I’m not tripping over my words or my brain shorts out on me.
He walks over with the bagel, sets it down in front of me, then takes a seat on the chair opposite mine. “So, what’d you think?”
I stare down at the bagel. “I haven’t tried it yet, but experience tells me they’re good,” I say, halfway asking a question and making a statement at the same time.
He smirks. “I meant about my face between your legs last night.”
He says it just as I take another sip, and I almost burn my tongue. “What?” My cheeks have to have just turned ten shades brighter. He did that on purpose.
Rick looks amused. “You heard me.”
I suck in a sharp breath, shake my head, and grin. “You’re so direct.”
“I want to know what you like.” He reaches for one of my hands and rubs my knuckle with the pad of his thumb, before