Page 92 of Until Bax

Smelling bacon and coffee, I toss back the blanket covering me and grab Bax’s shirt from the bottom of the bed, dragging it down over my head as I walk to the bathroom. He did not skimp on the cabin he rented for us. Not only is there a hot tub outside that we took full advantage of last night when we arrived, but there is also a huge walk-in shower and sunken tub with a giant picture window behind it with a view of the mountains that looks like something you’d find in a travel magazine. Even if the tub is not huge, somehow I’m going to convince Bax to get into it with me tonight. After brushing my teeth and tying my hair up, I head to the stairs, and as I start down them, I spot Bax at the stove wearing only a pair of loose sweats.

“Hey, baby.” His eyes come to me over his shoulder, and I stop in the middle of the stairs for a moment just to appreciate the view of him in all his shirtless glory before I take the last few steps down.

“Morning.” I walk around the island into the kitchen and stop at his side, wrapping my arms around his waist as he slides his arm around my back.

“I was going to bring you breakfast in bed.”

“Sorry.” I look up at him, and he dips his chin so he can touch his mouth to mine. “How long have you been up?” I look at the stove, where there is a stack of pancakes along with some scrambled eggs and the bacon he’s still cooking.

“About an hour. Coffee’s done. Do you want a cup?”

“Yes.” I start to move away from him to get it for myself, but he stops me and places the tongs in his hand down, then maneuvers me up onto the counter next to the stove. Okay, apparently, I’m not getting my own coffee.

“What do you want to do today?” he asks as he opens the cupboard next to me and reaches up to grab a coffee mug.

“We could go bungee jumping at that place we saw last night when we were coming home from dinner.”

“Yeah, that’s not fucking happening,” he mutters, shaking his head with a smile on his face like he thinks I’m being funny. “What do you want to do that won’t send me to an early grave?” He dumps some creamer into the cup after filling it with coffee.

“I’ve gone bungee jumping before, it’s fun, and it’s safe.”

“We’re not doing that.”

“We don’t have to do anything; you can just watch me jump,” I tell him, taking the cup he hands me.

“You really think that I’m going to stand by and watch you jump off a piece of metal hundreds of feet in the air attached to what are essentially rubber bands?”

“They aren’t rubber bands.” I roll my eyes as he begins to take the bacon out of the pan and put it on a plate he covered with a paper towel.

“They are.”

“Whatever.” I take a sip of coffee because he is kind of right, even if he’s also wrong.

“What else do you want to do?”

“I don’t know, when Mom and Dad used to bring Liam and I up here when we were little, we’d go to Dollywood, but a lot has changed since then. I guess we could just drive around and see what there is to do.”

“We can do that.” He finishes with the bacon and places the plate on the counter. “Do you want to eat outside?”

“Sure.” I set down my coffee as his warm hand lands on my thigh, then slides up under the edge of his tee making my breath catch.

“As much as I love you in just my shirt.” He smirks. “You need to put some clothes on, it’s cold out this morning.” His eyes darken as his hand slides higher, and fingers skim just above the v of my legs, finding nothing covering me. “How hungry are you?”

“What?” It’s difficult to focus when he’s touching me.

“Are you hungry?”

“I… Oh.” I gasp when his featherlight touch slides lower and sweeps over my clit.

“I’m starving.”

“Bax.”

“Already wet.”

“Yes.” I swallow as he fits himself between my legs, then bite my bottom lip as I watch him drop to his knees in front of me. Sliding my fingers through his hair, I hold my breath as he pulls me forward on the counter and hooks my legs over his shoulders. “Lose my shirt,” he demands. I try to focus on listening to him, but it’s almost impossible when he presses his face against me, and I feel his warm breath, then his tongue snake up between my legs. When he pulls back, and his eyes meet mine, I feel lightheaded. “Lose the shirt, Oli.”

Fumbling, I pull his shirt off, then whimper when he reaches up and cups my breast in his big hands.

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