course, especially since I’ll tell them to get something for themselves too. They don’t have bacon, but I have some here.”
“You don’t have to cook for me. I don’t want to make trouble.”
“Sweetheart, the only thing you’re doing is distracting me from everything but the desire to pleasure you all day long.”
I licked my lips. “I… um… I wouldn’t be opposed to that.”
He grinned. “Don’t tempt me. Now what do you want on your waffle.”
I thought for a moment. “Strawberries, whipped cream, and chocolate sauce.”
“Regular coffee or something special.”
“You really don’t—”
“Ezra.”
“A caramel latte.”
“I could have guessed that.”
“How?”
“Trade secret. Stay right there. I’m going to get my phone so I can place the order, and I’ll be right back.”
I watched as he walked away. His ass looked fucking beautiful encased in the sweats. I heard him start to tell someone what we wanted as he walked back toward me. He leaned against the doorframe, clearly displaying himself for me as he talked.
I stared at him like I was sure he knew I would. I marveled at his shoulders, which had to be twice as wide as mine, and the tattoos across his chest. I studied the swirls and curves and the way the colors flowed into each other. I wanted to run my tongue over all of them.
He grinned at me when he ended the call.
“You’re shameless,” I said.
He shrugged. “Come on. I’m going to cook us some bacon.”
“The waffle will really be enough.”
“Ezra, I said I was making bacon. Do you want to stay in bed, or do you want to come talk to me while I do it?”
I took a shaky breath. “I want to be wherever you are.”
His expression softened. “Let me spoil you.”
“I don’t—”
He walked over to the bed and took hold of my shoulders. “I hope you weren’t about to say you don’t deserve it, because you absolutely do.”
I thought about how scared I’d been last night when Leo had been out there alone in the dark. I’d known he was more than a tattoo artist, but I also knew he was human and not quite invincible. Swain was still out there. What else would he do to get to Leo, or his friends, or me?
“Ezra, are you ok?”
Leo’s voice jolted me from my thoughts.
I nodded as I ran a hand over my hair. “I’m fine. I was just thinking about what happened last night.”
“Before or after we got here?”
“Before.”
“Good. I’d hate to think that worried expression came from what happened in my bedroom.”
I shook my head. “No way. Every time I think about being with you, it makes me smile.”
“That’s good, sweetheart, because I want more.”
“Me too.” My ass was sore as fuck, but I didn’t even care.
“I’ll go easy on you today. I promise.”
I didn’t need that. “I told you I’m not—”
“You’re not fragile. I get that. But that doesn’t mean I’m willing to damage you.”
What had I done to deserve a man like this? How could any of this be real? “Are you sure I’m not dreaming?”
“I’m very sure. Now come on, let’s enjoy this moment. In my line of work, you never know how long the quiet’s going to last.”
I looked around the room, then remembered my clothes were somewhere in the living room, and I didn’t have any others. “I don’t have anything to wear.”
“I’d be fine with you being naked all day, but I’ll loan you something until we can pick up some things from your house.”
I shouldn’t care about being naked in front of him after what we’d done the night before, but for some reason I did. “None of your clothes are going to fit me.”
“I believe I have something that’s at least close to your size.”
I frowned at him. “I really don’t think…”
He pulled open a dresser drawer and extracted a pair of dark blue sweats that actually looked like they’d fit me. They might even be a little tight.
“Where did those come from?” My voice sounded snippier than I intended, but if they’d belonged to some little twink who’d—
“They’re my nephew’s. He left them here a while ago.”
“Oh. I didn’t know you had a nephew.”
“He’s fifteen, and sometimes he hangs out with me because his dad can be… difficult. Where did you think they came from?”
“Um… I…”
“No man but you has ever spent the night here, remember?”
“I know you said that, but…” Shit, I was about to reveal more gossip from my aunt.
“Yes?”
“Cathy said you brought men to breakfast sometimes.”
I thought he’d be pissed off, but