Taming London (Warwick Dragons #1) - Milly Taiden Page 0,36

wide smile and a pair of tight, black briefs, and that was it. His hands were full with a pretty wooden tray loaded down by two cups, and a plate topped with pastries and fresh fruit.

Bethany could only blink at him as he brought his wares onto the bed. He set the tray down after flicking open the supportive legs of the tray. He eased back onto a pillow before taking her hand and tugging her to his side.

“Morning Beth,” he whispered before kissing her softly. “How did you sleep, love?”

There were no words. Literally. There was not one single word in her head. It was blank. The only thing there was the image of London Warwick bringing her breakfast in bed and kissing her good morning.

Had she died of sexual exertion and gone to heaven?

Surely, that had to be the only explanation for this domestic and sweet scene.

London’s brow arched in question, but he chuckled. A brief moment of self-doubt played across his confident face. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“I…” Her voice faltered. “I wasn’t…”

“How do you like your coffee?” he asked, taking up a small saucer of cream.

She nodded her head, and he stirred the concoction after dropping in two sugar cubes.

“I figure you like it sweet, just like you.” He leaned down to kiss her again.

Bethany took the cup he handed her, still too stunned to speak.

“You’re being particularly quiet. I can hear you thinking. Do you want me to guess what is going on in that ridiculously beautiful head of yours?”

“No,” she croaked. “No, I’m just slightly confused.”

He munched on a buttery croissant and shrugged. “About what? How amazing the sex was? How well you slept? By this great spread?”

“All of it?” She knew she had asked a question rather than answering his.

London chuckled. “Well, we had a great night together. The best, in fact. And I thought I would do something completely sweet to make me even more irresistible and bring you breakfast in bed.”

“But…why?”

She saw the hurt in his eyes.

“Because, Beth. You deserve to be treated like this. Don’t think that after last night, I’m just going to let you walk out of here without making sure you know what it means to me.”

“Does every woman get this treatment?” The second the words left her mouth, she regretted them.

London inhaled deeply before puffing out the air in quiet disappointment. “I can’t be surprised that you would think that. Especially not after what you’ve seen in the papers and the way I treated you when we first met.” He shook his head. “I promise you, Beth. No woman has ever, not in any of my long life, been brought breakfast in bed by yours truly. Not once. I did that because you’re special to me, and I wanted to do something that demonstrated that.”

His eyes were glued to hers, and she wanted to look away from the intensity, but she couldn’t. She was desperate to see if it was all lies or if he meant it.

“Look,” he drew her into his arms and pressed a kiss against her naked shoulder. “You can leave here and hate me for what we did. Or you can be content and happy that we had a great night. If you need time to think about what we have done, I totally understand. But if you want to go out to dinner tonight, and maybe have a repeat performance, I would be more than happy. That’s what I want, Beth.”

“It sounds like you want to date me,” she retorted.

“Because I do.”

She felt her eyes go wide, and her mouth drop. “I cannot be that good in bed,” she exclaimed in shock.

“Hmm,” he said, rolling her onto her back, his body lying between her knees. “I would beg to differ.” He nipped her neck. “You were amazing,” he whispered against her ear. “But it’s more than that. I really enjoy spending time with you.”

The whole thing was surreal. Could he really want to see her long-term? Only her? The thought filled her with giddiness. She giggled and placed a kiss against his neck. “Well, of course you do. That was some champion sexing we did. I still don’t understand how you can just keep going.”

“And going,” he kissed her collarbone, “and going,” he kissed her left breast, “and going.” He kissed her right one before dipping down to her mouth.

It was after another round of delicious sex that they ended up cuddled in his bed. Bethany wasn’t sure where