I rol ed my eyes to the ceiling then brought them back to him. “I’m going to have coffee, make you French toast for breakfast and you’re going to take me back to Tex’s. Then, I’m going to get my car, find Annette and go.”
“French toast sounds good.”
He obviously felt like ignoring the rest of what I said.
Whatever.
“Do you have bread, eggs, maple syrup?” I asked.
His head dipped and went to my neck. With his lips there, he said, “Probably.”
“Powdered sugar, cream cheese?” I went on.
“Probably not,” he said, mouth stil at my neck.
Oh wel , I’d make do.
“Move back, I’m going to get started.”
His head came up and he was grinning at me.
I rol ed my eyes at him and heard him laugh softly.
He let me go and stepped away.
I walked to the coffee and pul ed open the cabinet above it, figuring that’s where the mugs would be because that’s where I’d keep the mugs. The mugs were there and I took out two.
“How do you take your coffee?” I asked.
He came up behind me, pressed my h*ps against the counter and his arms went around me, his mouth going back to my neck.
“Black,” he answered, just before both his hands went under the shirt; one went north, one went south.
“Hank!” My body jerked but there was no getting away from him. “Let me go.”
“Cal me Whisky and I’l let you go,” he said against my neck.
Good God.
I ignored his request and shouted, “Let me go!” One hand went into my panties, the other hand cupped my breast.
Oh shit.
Ten minutes later I was pressing my back against his body and holding onto the counter for dear life. My head was tilted back resting on his shoulder, my forehead was pressed into his neck. He’d tilted his head forward and he was listening to me gasp.
The fingers on both of his hands did a delicious swirl.
“Cal me Whisky,” he murmured.
I didn’t delay and I did what he asked.
Then he took care of me, orgasm number two of the day and I hadn’t even been awake as many hours.
He held me, my back to his front, his arms wrapped around my midriff, while I recovered.
Once my breathing evened he asked, “Scared of my house anymore?”
My bel y melted and I let out a quick breath from my nostrils. Hank was trying to erase the bad memories by giving me good ones.