Only after that did I get out of bed and I felt his eyes on me while I shrugged on his midnight blue, tailored, slim fit shirt. I continued to feel his eyes while I buttoned the buttons from mid-breast to navel. I continued to feel his eyes while I walked to the bathroom to clean up (by the by, we dispensed with condoms because I was on the pill, this I shared with Knight prior to him giving it to me the second time), brush my teeth and wash my face. And I continued to feel his eyes as I walked out of the bathroom, grinned at him as he lounged on his side in bed, head in his hand, as I walked to the door and even as I wandered down his hall.
And I loved every second of it.
* * * * *
That day was going to be a golden day, I could feel it.
And I knew this because I was standing at Knight’s restaurant quality range, smelling his cologne coming from his shirt, my pancakes bubbling on the griddle and they were perfect. I had to admit, there were days (not the golden kind) when even my World Famous Toasted Almond Pancakes could go south.
Today was not one of those days.
I heard the murmur of Knight’s voice coming toward me and I knew he was on the phone. As it got closer and closer, I twisted my neck and watched him appear in the living room-kitchen area and I smiled a secret smile that didn’t curve my lips but curved deep inside me.
Faded jeans. Bare feet. Beat up Motörhead tee.
Yummy. I had Jeans and Heavy Metal Tee Knight Sunday.
Totally a golden day.
He spoke into the phone at his ear as he walked but his eyes were on me.
I gave him a smile and turned back to the pancakes.
“Yeah.” I heard him say. Then, “No. Not likin’ that.”
Then I felt him come up behind me.
“Right,” he said into the phone.
Then I felt his hand at my belly, his front warm against my back.
I grinned at the pancakes as I flipped them.
“No, we’ll do it tomorrow,” he told whoever he was talking to.
My legs trembled when his hand found the opening to his shirt and I felt it, skin against skin at my belly.
Another secret inside smile.
“He wants to be there, he’s there. But Kurt’s on stand-by,” Knight stated and my belly dropped as my eyes went unfocused when his hand slid down and in, cupping me.
“Hang on,” I said into the phone and at my ear he whispered, “Open your legs a little, baby.”
My hand came out, wrapped around the edge of the marble countertop by the stove, feeling the cool, hard stone and I did as Knight told me to do.
I felt him press into my back as he leaned deeper to get better access, his middle finger slid tight over my cl*t then it glided inside.
I sucked in an audible breath.
“Back,” I heard him mutter into the phone. “Right. Set it up. We’ll talk tomorrow. I got Anya all day, keep everyone off me. Yeah?” Pause then, “Later.”
I saw his phone hit the counter, felt his lips come to my ear as his free arm slid around my midriff but I was holding on and deep breathing.
“Those look good, babe,” he whispered in my ear.
“Yeah,” I breathed.
I felt his chuckle against my skin and I shivered.