That got him a breathy, “Good.”
He kissed her neck and moved away to get himself a mug for coffee.
“Honey?” she called as he was pouring it. His head turned her way to see her face soft, her ear dipped to her shoulder, her crystal blue eyes intent on him. “Hazelnut half and half,” she went on quietly. “Thank you for thinking of that. My favorite.”
Clearly, her father hadn’t phoned since his visit and briefed her about their plans for next weekend. Or if he did, he understandably didn’t share that part.
Chace was going to have to tell her about Silas Goodknight’s visit. He’d intended to do it last night.
He’d do it that morning.
After he very quickly ate her world class poached eggs.
And after he, not very quickly, ate other parts of her.
Then he’d tell her.
* * * * *
Something Chace learned about Faye the night before was that, with very few inhibitions and minimal coaxing to get her beyond them, Faye trusted him and had zero issues with giving herself to him, giving into what he was making her feel and enjoying the f**k out of it.
This was something that held true that morning after poached eggs, coffee and enough light, non-taxing conversation to ascertain that she was, indeed, comfortable with him in his house, his shirt and her nightie.
Which meant he was open to picking her up, carrying her to the couch and making short work of getting her excited and squirming under him so he could pull off her panties and give her a very hot, very long orgasm using his mouth between her legs to do it.
But something he learned about Faye that morning after he made her come, moved over her, settled them both on their sides, held her as she came down and their after o**l s*x whispers went from little bits of nothing to him telling her about her father’s visit was something that surprised him.
That was that Faye Goodknight had a f**king explosive temper.
It was, like everything about her, cute.
But it was also seriously volatile.
He learned this when he shared about her father and felt her body go rock-solid in his arms as he watched her eyes narrow.
His arms around her tightened in an effort at containment when he quit talking and she asked in a quiet voice that was not her usual sweet, cute quiet but a dangerous quiet, “Pardon?”
“Honey, it’s okay” he assured her. “He was doin’ his duty as a Dad and it ended well.”
She said nothing for several long seconds.
Then, as if he didn’t speak, she repeated, “Pardon?”
“Faye –”
He got no further because she tore out of his arms, sitting up abruptly. She rolled the half an inch she had to the edge of the couch which meant she nearly fell over the side. Moving quickly, if angrily, she somehow managed to get her feet under her, straightened up with her head bent, whipping around, taking her gleaming sheets of hair with it so they flowed with her movements.
She did this while she demanded to know, “Where’s my fraking purse?”
“Faye –” he tried again as she bent over, snatched up her sexy green satin panties and clumsily pulled them up her legs, nearly tripping, cute as all f**k.
Chace, head in his hand, elbow in the couch, watched with not a small amount of absorption as her heart-shaped ass appeared briefly before she settled the panties on her h*ps and his shirt fell over her again, hiding her from his view.
Through this, she cut him off and kept ranting.
“I’d kill him but I love him so that’s out. This means he gets the edge of my tongue. I mean, I like hazelnut half and half but I cannot believe he showed at your house unannounced to say what he said! Now where’s my fraking purse?”
She was stomping, heading toward the arch, her neck twisting this way and that. She spied something and changed directions jerkily, coming back his way as Chace got up on a forearm in the couch.