With the weight of her world-saving obligation heavy on her shoulders, she hadn't bothered to tour their quarters when they first came in. Now, with the consummation accomplished, she could slow down to enjoy.
The floor tile resembled marble, but with richer color, and the walls had slightly roughened surfaces, almost like poorly applied plaster that hadn't been sanded. Like deep jewel tones slightly muted with a sort of glazing over it. The whole place was gorgeous, and whoever put it together left possibilities for her to put her own touch.
The full gourmet kitchen had every appliance imaginable, some of which she had no clue of their function. She spied the one thing she did know. The coffee maker. Even though it was a far more sophisticated model than she was accustomed to, she recognized the pertinent parts that would give her the go-go juice she was accustomed to having.
But wow, the options. After a moment she finally found the coffee option—a selection of unground beans in various flavors and blends. Hello fancy pants. She finally selected a bean and managed to get the grinder attachment of the coffee maker to work. The coffee machine began spewing clouds of aromatic steam and Miya grinned like a teenager at graduation.
With the coffee conquered, Miya got busy searching out breakfast. The only issue was settling on one of the many available options. Omelets? Mmmm. She pulled out eggs, along with ham, cheddar, and mushrooms to add to it.
The shower came on beside the bedroom, and Miya's stomach flipped several times. He was awake. Why was she suddenly so damn nervous? She arranged the plates and dishes just so. Coffee cup. She hurried to the cabinet and found what seemed to be diamond cups and saucers that matched the plates. Gorgeous. She put the cup and saucer down. Was he left-handed or right? She tried to remember him doing stuff. Her stomach jerked when she remembered him stroking his…yeah. Left-handed. Okay.
She fanned her cheeks and set the place for a left-handed person. She set her side next. Should she sit next to him? Or across? Across would seem less…clingy. She hurried to lay her place across from him, wanting to have it all done before he showed up. Shit, she wished she'd changed now. What else. Juice.
She dashed to the fridge and got the cut diamond looking carafe that held orange juice and set it exactly in between them. Then closer to his side. So he didn't have to stretch.
Hope he didn't have some sort of food allergy. It would suck to feed him something that made him swell up like a whale. Or die.
Ten minutes after she started, she put the finishing touches on the table by adding a jar of fresh-looking salsa to the little tray of condiments at one side.
With everything ready, she listened for the shower, almost surprised it still ran. He really believed in taking his time. Maybe she should change. But the robe said I'm comfortable and not nervous. Yeah. Definitely the message to give.
She knocked at the bathroom door, then entered. "Hey, sleepy head, breakfast is on the table."
The glass shower door slid silently into the thick smoky black wall. Holy shit. Lesedi stood, breathtaking contours covered with that gorgeous dark skin glistening with water droplets. She'd forgotten exactly how stunning he was. Miya wanted to lick each and every drop of water away. He gave a slow grin and turned, dripping, to brace his arms across the thick stone opening in a way that accentuated his abs and massive erection.
Miya took a slow trembling breath and licked her lips. What was she doing there again? "Breakfast." That was it. "I made breakfast."
His grin broadened. "Good. I need fuel in order to have the strength to do all the things I plan to do to you." The gravelly, sexy tone of his voice sent heat roaring through her body, already preparing her for him again.
She struggled to find her voice and he chuckled in response, seeming to enjoy that. She finally managed. "It's a good thing I made plenty, then." Shit. Her nerves always somehow managed to overrule her common sense and her mouth. The last thing she'd intended was to taunt him into doing anything.
He stepped out of the shower and approached her with a swagger that promised many things. When his chest touched the front of her robe, and through it, her aching nipples, he halted and looked down at her without lowering his head, reminding her of a predator about to pounce. "Yes, it is a good thing."
He took hold of the lapels of her robe and tugged them back until it opened, revealing her to his sharp gaze. "Take it off." Rather than wait for her to comply, he shoved the robe over her shoulders and down to let it fall to the floor. "This is too beautiful to cover." He swept his palms over her ribs. "I want to see you while I eat the food you prepared for me."
Not waiting for a reply, he took her arm and led her from the bathroom and back toward the kitchen. Who'd have thought just making breakfast for the man might get her in so much trouble? Even so, her inner muscles tightened in anticipation.