True for You(24)

“The second best part of sex, baby doll,” he brushes a kiss over my mouth, “is,” another kiss, lower this time, and then he sucks at a sensitive spot on my neck, “anticipation.” He nips at my earlobe, and I moan. “Now let’s get something to eat.”

“Eat?” Does he mean what I think he means?

“I’m starving,” he says, and then jumps out of bed, leaving me lying there, turned on and panting for more.

“You mean food?”

“Naughty Bliss.” He grins his wicked at smile at me. “What did you think I meant?”

Pulling the covers up to my nose, I eye him. “Nothing.”

He leans over me, bracing a hand on each side of my shoulders. His blue eyes are so dark, ringed in an even darker blue. Most people tend to think the angels in Heaven have blue eyes, not me though.

I’m convinced it’s only the ones who fell to Earth for sinning. Fornicating with the daughters of Adam and Eve, according to Miss Yancy. She read the Bible, every Sunday, from two to four, to all three of us foster kids.

“Nothing sure sounds like something.” He kisses the tip of my nose and hands me my glasses, then stands and walks away. I follow him with my eyes, admiring the way his muscles flex while he walks, and how firm his—

“Glad you like you the show, but do me a favor.” He pauses at the doorway to his closet and casts a hot look over his shoulder. I practically melt into the mattress.

I let the sheet slip a little lower. “What’s that?”

“Stop staring at me, and get your hot little body out of bed and dressed, before I go straight from courting to fucking you senseless.”



Chapter Twelve



Jackson

“When courting a lady,” I flip a pancake high into the air and catch in the pan on the way down, then set it on the burner so it can finish cooking, “the first thing you do is take her to dinner. But when that’s not possible, you make her brunch, and hope that suffices.”

Glancing at Bliss, I wink at her.

She smashes her lips together, but they still curve up in the corners. I’m not sure if she’s impressed or thinks I’m ridiculous. Possibly, she thinks I’m both.

“It more than suffices,” she says, picking up a piece of bacon. “Food is the way to my heart and stomach.”

I give her a once over, making those pretty cheeks of hers blush. “What about the other parts?”

Her mouth opens and shuts a couple of times before she pushes her glasses up on her nose. “Kisses work…and touching me.”

A grin kicks up the corners of my mouth, even as desire rushes through me. I can’t get the image of her sexy body out of my head. The way she tasted better than anything I’ve ever had. Then her hands on my body, stroking and—my dick starts to harden.

“Don’t stop there, baby doll. You can’t shock me.” I motion to my groin, and her eyes grow wide. “In fact, I’m enjoying it.”

“I think I’m shocking myself,” she murmurs before biting into the bacon.

Taking the pan off the burner, I turn off the gas with my free hand and then slide the pancake onto my plate as I struggle to get control of my raging hard-on.

After a minute, I join Bliss at the breakfast table, in a little nook surrounded by windows. The view of the ocean is amazing, even if it’s rough as hell right now. Storm clouds are still visible, and most likely, according to the weather guy, another round will pummel the coast tonight.

“How are your pancakes?” I ask, slathering mine with peanut butter, jelly, and syrup.

“Yummy. I think I ate more than you.” She licks her fork, little pink tongue sliding along the tines and making my stomach clench.

“I can make more,” I offer.

Then she does licks the fork again and again, until I’m sure nothing remains on the metal, but I can’t stop staring. “Too full.”

Finally, Bliss puts the fork down and places her elbows on the table, cupping her cheeks with her hands. “Your pancakes are getting cold.”

I tear my gaze from her mouth. “Huh?”

“Pancakes. Cold.”

I eye her, the look of satisfaction giving me pause. “Were you doing that on purpose?”

“Maybe.”

I take a bite of my food, mulling over what to say next.

“I thought that it was only proper to flirt with a southern boy while he courts me,” she says, her voice all breathy.

I swallow. “My Bliss was flirting?” This is a first. She’s never flirted with me. Ever. Or at least not so blatantly that I’ve actually noticed.

She nods, then glances away. “I guess I was doing it wrong, but Vi—one of my friends said that guys like it when you draw attention to your mouth.”