Kennedy blinking awake. Clutching the comforter to her chest, she pressed up on her elbow and rewarded me with a smile.
“Morning, your majesty.” I set the eggs down and leaned on the counter, drinking her in.
“Morning yourself.” Her hair fell over her shoulder as she swung her legs off the bed and pulled on some clothes. “What’re you doing?”
I placed a hand over my heart. “I am making a solid breakfast to reward you for the pleasure you provided last night, in the hopes that you will be interested in continued pleasure this evening.”
She frowned. “But Joe. I’m a vegetarian. And a doctor. I took an oath to do no harm and I take that very seriously. I can’t eat that.”
Silly, lust-struck me took the bait hook, line, and sinker. I stared at the sizzling meat in the pan and stammered an apology as she laughed.
“I’m kidding. I mean, come on, you’ve seen me eat at least seven hamburgers and even cooked me a steak that I downed quite enthusiastically, as I remember.” Her smile lit the room. I had no choice but to return it.
“I don’t operate at full capacity for at least two hours in the morning. Imagine my brain like the Scottish moors. Beautiful and worth exploring, but obstructed by thick fog.”
She perched on a stool at the counter and folded her hands under her chin. “Are the Scottish moors foggy?”
“They were when I was there. But San Francisco was worse.” Using a fork, I pulled the bacon out of the pan and cracked in the eggs. They hit the heat with a satisfying hiss and I stuck a couple slices of bread in the toaster.
“You’ve been everywhere.”
“I’ve seen a lot more of the world than I thought I would when I was a kid. But, there are still some places I’d like to visit.” I plated her breakfast and handed it to her with a dramatic bow. “How does her majesty prefer her coffee?”
She giggled, thanking me as she accepted the plate. “Her majesty prefers her coffee as mostly cream and sugar.”
“You and the sweet stuff.”
“I guess I’m just that sweet.”
“Ha!” I hunted down a carton of cream and pulled a bag of sugar out of the cabinet and set them in front of her.
She stirred in a ridiculous amount of both. “What’s with the new nickname?”
“You colonized my bed last night. Claiming not only the land as your own, but also the resources, i.e. the blankets and pillows.”
She looked as mortified as I felt when I fell for her vegetarian joke, so I made up for it by moving behind her, slipping her hair off her neck, and nuzzling the soft spot below her jaw as she chewed. Goose bumps flared across her arms as I trailed my fingers along her shoulders.
“You keep doing that and I won’t be able to finish my breakfast.”
“Does that mean you want me to stop?”
“Whatever you do, don’t stop.” She turned her head, affording me the real estate to continue my travels. “You’re taking such good care of me, I’m going to have to come up with ways to spoil you.”
“I can think of a few things, but it’s my duty to warn you that most of them involve your lips. And my cock.”
“Very subtle, Wiki. Very subtle.” She arched a brow. “And in case you can’t catch the sarcasm through that brain fog, I’m hilariously remarking that you were, in fact, not subtle at all.”
My erection pressed into her back and she put down her fork to reach around and stroke me. I pulled away, adjusting myself. “Oh no, your majesty. First, you must finish your breakfast.”
Reluctantly she swiped up her fork and cut into her egg. “What’s your favorite birthday memory?” she asked after a few more bites.
“Talk about a hard right turn.” I frowned as I perched on the stool next to her. “Did you do a search for awkward conversation starters or something?”
“Maybe,” she said with a shrug and a quirk of those lips. “But, you’re required to answer.”
“Required? This sounds like once again, you’re confused on the way human interaction works.”
“I’m not sure I’m the one confused here. Think about the really uncomfortable message you’ll send if you chose not to answer a question that basic after what we did last night.”
Maybe birthdays were a basic topic for someone with a normal childhood. My upbringing was a different story. She did have a point, though, so I swallowed down my fear of vulnerability and