Lesedi paused beside the table and whistled softly between his teeth. He drew the chair out for Miya.
"Oh, but…this is your spot."
He grinned and guided her shoulders into the chair anyway. "It is a very lovely spot. And should belong to my queen."
Her heart fluttered at his words and the urge to argue vanished when his palms brushed along her nipples as he straightened. She jumped and he smiled before seating himself at her place across the table. He had to reach across his body for his cup before he took a sip of his coffee, eying her across the rim of the mug.
"If you were sitting here, your cup would be where it belonged."
His hand froze for a second on its way to the table. "You are a most observant queen. I too have learned some things about you."
She didn't know what to say to that, so she decided to only smile. Then came the waiting for the verdict. She hoped the food wasn't too cold. Silent and without looking, he unfolded his napkin and picked up his fork. He even managed to cut and pick up a bite of his omelet without taking his gaze from her face.
She mindlessly stirred her own food with her fork, trying not to stare while watching his reaction from under her lashes. What if he was one of those guys who hated everything except his momma's cooking? Or some kind of gourmet food critic or something? He wasn't smiling, or even blinking, as he brought the fork again to his mouth. He chewed slowly, still without changing expression. And swallowed.
Shit. Miya quickly took a bite herself to discover what was wrong with the food. She chewed carefully. It was delicious as far as she could tell. He continued taking bite after silent ominous bite and she just waited and waited for something. Anything. But what she got was nothing. Zilch. How could anyone possibly do that?
She bit her tongue to keep from asking if the food was okay. No one needed to tell her the fluffy, tender, and savory omelet was perfect. Not like she needed his approval. But a little display of gratitude would be nice. And a lot less rude.
By the time her omelet was half gone her confidence in her ability as a cook was completely restored.
The soft click of Lesedi's fork on his plate drew her attention first to his empty dish, then to his eyes, practically glowing with mirth. His smile stole her breath with its sensual heat. "I am ready for dessert."
Dessert! It's fucking breakfast! He was taking this King Queen shit a little far. Self-annoyed heat flowed into her cheeks. "I'm sorry, I didn't think to fix a dessert."
Lesedi stood, half-erect cock on full display, and began removing dishes from the table. "The dessert I hunger for requires no preparation." With the table cleared, he stopped by her chair and drew Miya up and into his embrace. His hot skin against hers was almost a shock to the system but it felt too good not to let it convert her anger to the possibility of desire.
He tipped her head back with one finger under her chin and settled a kiss to her mouth that marked her soul all over again with his possession. His tongue swept across her lower lip before sucking it gently between his teeth for a slight nip that set her pulse pounding in all the spots where his heat had settled. Her little moan of surrender softened his mouth into a smile against her lips and he drew her even tighter to him.
His palms skimmed down over the back of her shoulders, waist, and hips to slip under her ass cheeks and pull her pelvis tight against him. At the same time, he rocked his hips forward to press his erection to her belly. After a few massaging strokes of her butt, he let his hands begin to move upward while he continued to plunder her mouth.
He stopped to measure her ribcage with gentle but firm pressure, stroking fingertips over the contours of bone. His hands felt so strong like that, as if he could just crush her ribs with a thought. Maybe the vulnerability should alarm her but it didn't. Oddly, it comforted her. She didn't need to be the strong one with him. He had plenty of strength for both of them, and the concept made her feel more feminine.
Miya relaxed a bit more into his strength and gave herself over to his plans, content in the knowledge he would see to her satisfaction. Had that been the missing element with earlier relationships? She just hadn't met a man she trusted to please her? Somehow that didn't feel like the entire answer.
Lesedi slid his hands up to cup the undersides of her breasts and drew her full attention back to him. She decided the prospect of becoming an active participant interested her a great deal. Then he brushed his thumbs across the tips of her nipples and robbed her of the ability to think, much less participate.
Her nails dug into his shoulder in reaction to the incredible sensations he created with his touch. The feel of his skin giving way, then welting under the pressure of her nails intoxicated her. She lessened her assault and scraped her nails over his back, thrilled with his groan.