All right.
Whatever!
“Okay, fine,” I snapped. “What do I have to do for a cup of coffee?”
His eyes moved back to mine and they were smiling. “Why don’t you do what you think a cup of coffee is worth and, when you’re done, I’ll tell you if you’ve earned it.”
I glared at him a second, willing my eyes to annihilate him.
This didn’t happen so I spat, “I hate you.”
The smile didn’t fade from his eyes when he replied, “I don’t care.”
What…
Eh…
Ver!
Oh well. Fuck it. A girl like me would do a lot for caffeine and seeing as I was a girl like me, there it was.
Both my hands went to either side of his face, my foot went into the hides, I pushed off, rolling into him, taking him to his back with me on top and I kissed him, hard, open-mouthed, wet, long and hot.
God, oh God, oh God but I wished he didn’t taste so f**king good.
When I was done, one of his arms was locked under my shoulder blades the other one was locked tight around my waist.
I lifted my head and said (unfortunately breathlessly, so good was that kiss), “Does that earn me coffee?”
“Sweets,” he murmured, his rough voice rougher, his sexy eyes sexier and his arm moving from under my shoulder blades so that his fingers could slide up the back of my neck into my hair, “that was so bloody magnificent, you get coffee and porridge.”
Yippee!
His arm around my waist moved so his hand cupped my ass and his head lifted so his face was in my neck.
“Fancy earning clothes?” he asked against my skin.
I shivered. His hand was so big, so warm, his grip so firm and his voice rumbling against my skin so hot my first shiver was followed by a full on tremble.
Not to mention, I wanted out, out, out of this nightgown.
Shit.
“What do I have to do for clothes and a bath with soap?” I asked cautiously.
His head went back to the hides and his eyes caught mine.
“I have soap,” he told me.
I felt my eyes grow wide. “You do?”
He nodded.
“Really?” I breathed.
He grinned. “Yes, Cora.”
Oh man. He had soap. And I wanted to be clean from top-to-toe. I wanted it bad.