Then he asked, “Now do you get my rule of no underwear?”
Oh, I got it all right. I got it so much I was considering throwing all my underwear in the trash.
“Yeah,” I breathed again.
He explained it anyway as his finger inside me did a lazy circle. “Instant access, I want even a hint of the thrill of you.”
My legs trembled and I held the counter tighter.
“Jesus, can f**kin’ feel you gettin’ wet.”
I pressed my lips together.
“You always ready for me?”
“Yes,” I whispered.
“Yes?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
His lips moved to the skin of my neck as his finger slid out, over my cl*t and he whispered, “That’s my baby.”
I bit my lip.
His hand flattened, coming up and gliding across my belly so he was just holding me.
“Hungry, Anya, so pull it together, babe, and concentrate on pancakes.”
“Right,” I whispered and Knight held me as I took in a couple of shaky breaths and pulled it together. As if he sensed it, once my concentration returned and I had my legs firm under me, he kissed my neck and let me go.
He moved to the coffee. I lifted the griddle from the burner and moved to the plates set on placemats that I’d already put out.
I scooped out pancakes as Knight asked, “You got coffee?”
“Yeah, honey.”
“Need it warmed?”
I looked at him and grinned. “I’m good. Breakfast is ready.”
His face got soft and he took his mug to the bar. I put the griddle on the burner, made sure everything was off and joined him there.
Buttering and syruping commenced.
It wasn’t until I was swallowing my third bite that I got the courage to go for it.
“Can I ask you something?”
“Anything,” he muttered through pancakes and I looked at him.
I was on the stool next to him, my legs crossed. His legs were splayed wide and he didn’t have to tell me he liked my World Famous Toasted Almond Pancakes because the bites he was taking were huge.
“You like the pancakes?” I asked and his eyes slid to me.
“Uh… yeah.” Then he forked more into his mouth.
I giggled.