“Do you have a kid I don’t know about?” she asked and took another bite of the sinfully rich chocolate cream pie. His heated gaze watched the fork slide out of her mouth.
“No. Just yours.”
“That’s a nice racetrack.”
“I love that thing. I don’t know how he does it, but he beats me every time.”
She laughed under her breath. “You’ve got a village going up in your spare room.”
“We’re working on it. The kid loves to build. He’s smart. Reads the directions, follows every detail.”
“Where did all that come from?”
“I got most of it on my trip to Nevada. We were busy during the days, but without you in my bed, the nights got boring.”
“So you went shopping for toys for my brother.”
Blake poured himself a cup of coffee and turned back to her. “Yes. I did. There’s no children here for him to play with, so I play with him. Jeff came over a couple of times. We’ve got a whole racetrack competition going between the Camaro, the Corvette, and a Firebird.”
That made her laugh even more. “I didn’t think of it, but maybe I need to set up some play dates for him.”
“Won’t stop the racetrack fun. I plan on winning the trophy.”
Gillian stared at the tinfoil goblet on the table. “Is that what that is?”
“Your brother is going down. That thing is mine.”
His deadly serious tone made her laugh more. He leaned against her back, his hands planted on the counter on both sides of her. She forked up another bite of pie and fed him over her shoulder.
“I can make you a decent breakfast,” he said around the mouthful.
She turned to him and ran her hand down every hard muscle, from his chest to his waistband. “Who wants decent when I have decadent.”
Blake picked her up under the arms and set her on the counter, moving between her thighs. He pulled her close, his hard length pressed to her center. He dragged his dress shirt up and over her head, leaving her sitting naked on the counter.
“You are now my indecently decadent woman.” He kissed her hard, his tongue sweeping along hers. He tasted of the chocolate pie, coffee, and mint toothpaste. She cupped his face, his freshly shaven skin pressed to her palms. His hands cupped her bottom and squeezed. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her aching breasts to his hard chest.
The heat washed through her like water down a hose—fast and swift. “Blake.”
Completely in sync with her, he swept his hand up her thigh, over her soft folds, and thrust two fingers deep into her slick core. She sighed out her relief, but it was short-lived when he pulled free and backed away.
He kissed her hard and quick to distract her and pulled a condom from his pocket.
“Aren’t you prepared.”
“I’m a fucking boy scout,” he said, his teeth clenched on the wrapper as he tore it open.
She undid his jeans, pleasantly surprised to find his thick erection spring free. No underwear.
“Commando.”
“Impatient.”
He rolled the condom down the length of his dick. She cupped his balls and bit his shoulder at the base of his neck, licking the small hurt to soothe him. He growled something feral, clasped her thighs in his hands, and thrust into her, hard and deep. Neither of them wanted slow and sweet this morning. He took her hard and fast but made sure she found as much pleasure in the furious joining as he did.
She panted with her chin propped on his shoulder. His breath sawed in and out at her neck. His arms banded around her back held her close. She combed her fingers through his damp hair. Spent. Happy. “Good morning,” she said with a smile.
“It is now.” He leaned back and stared into her eyes. “I liked waking up with you in my bed.”
She touched her hand to his face, the other she placed over his thumping heart. “Me, too.” She loved being here with him. The quiet house surrounded them. They’d made love, but more, they’d strengthened the bond between them.
Blake picked her up with her legs wrapped around his waist.
“Where are we going?”
“I need another shower, and so do you. I’ll wash your hair.”
“You just can’t wait to get your hands on my hair.” The frizzed-out, tangled strands proved it. She hugged him close and looked back at her empty plate and coffee mug next to his on the counter. “I like your place.”
“Want to stay?”
She leaned back and stared at him as he walked her through his bedroom to the bathroom. He stopped and kept his steady gaze on her.
“Just saying you do is enough for right now.”
He got her. She wasn’t ready to move in, make this her home. Their home. She wanted it, but it frightened her. Mostly because of how much she wanted it and feared something would happen, and she’d lose it. Him.