Page 106 of Blue

Mooky pulled on the oven door to peer inside. “I’m actually awesome at breakfast. I can do waffles, pancakes, french toast,” he said as he closed it, then reached to into the cabinet and pulled down some mix and syrup. “I want to get a good crepes recipe.”

“I usually just have cereal and coffee.” Blue shrugged as she made her way toward the coffeemaker. “Are the mugs here?” she asked with one hand on the cabinet handle over it.

At the refrigerator, he got the eggs and milk out. “Yep.” He turned, holding a can of whipped cream. “Cereal?” He arched a brow. “I insist on a much more substantial breakfast.”

Snickering, she shook her head as she brought down a mug and pulled out the coffee carafe. “What’s wrong with cereal? It’s the breakfast of Olympians.”

Not that she was surprised when he covered her wrist and wrapped his fingers around it. She just hadn’t expected it. Pausing mid-pour, she turned her head, giving him the side eye as she put the coffee pot back.

Allowing him to turn her to face him, she smirked when she spotted the can of whipped cream in his hand.

“The cereal companies put their pictures on the box. The athletes don’t eat that shit.”

“Oh?” She arched a brow. “Whatdothey eat?”

Running his fingers along the hem of her shirt, Mooky’s expression turned downright smoldering. “I think it’s best I show you.”

Her stomach and pussy fluttered with the intention lacing his voice. Heat flushed through her chest, up into her cheeks, and down through her core. When did the room get hot? It had to be the oven. Did he have it on five hundred or something?

When the tip of his finger traced along her stomach, just above the top of her pants, shivers rippled through her. Her nipples hardened to peaks, making her very aware of the abrasive lace of her bra. She’d never wanted to divest herself of a bra more than she did at that moment.

With his hands shifting to her hips, she went with his guidance. Mooky walked her back, holding her gaze the entire way without blinking. Her thighs met the table, and she startle jumped. She couldn’t help but let a bit of a nervous giggle escape. “Oops.”

The untamed heat in his eyes ignited another flame of arousal within her. Her lids drooped closed, and her eyes rolled back into her head when his fingers roved over her hips, heading backward. He found the ample globes of her ass and gave them a hearty squeeze. She shuddered through her groan when he lifted her onto the kitchen table.

Again, her stomach flipped with arousal. Looks were definitely deceiving with him. He looked lean, but in reality, his toned muscles were more powerful than she’d ever imagined. There was something about a man who could lift her—it did it for her.

“You’re overdressed for breakfast.” His husky whisper tickled her ear when he brought his mouth near it. The shiver ran through her and nestled in her center.

Each one of his soft, sensual kisses to her neck fanned the flames of need deep in her core as he slid the property vest he’d given her down her arms. She barely had time to whimper for its loss before he brought his mouth down over hers in a punishing kiss. He bunched her top higher and higher up her torso, over her breasts. Somehow, the more of her skin exposed, the hotter it got in that kitchen.

Was this climate change?

Pulling her legs up and around him, she tried to pull him against her in an equally possessive gesture. However, he pressed his teeth into her bottom lip in a gentle bite while keeping her at a slight distance.

“Not yet,” he growled in response after he broke the kiss to pull her shirt from her body.

Blue dipped her chin down, leaned back onto her palms, looked up at him through her natural lashes, and gave him her most award-winning pout. She wanted him, but realistically, they both still had pants on. Sure, he had warm-ups on and it’d require minimal effort at most to free him. She would take a little more energy. Jeans—ugh—button and zipper. What had she been thinking?

“Eep,” she squeaked as his fingers curled into the lacy cups of her bra. When he yanked them down, it jerked her from her thoughts. With her breasts exposed, her already pebbled nipples stood aching for attention.

His hungry eyes did nothing to hide his lustful gaze. His fiery fingers blazed across her skin while he cupped her breasts. Blue arched her back, pushing them into his palms when thumbs and forefingers bracketed her stiff nipples, driving her neediness higher.

The coy smile played along his lips while he teased her by grazing the sensitive tips adorning her breasts. “You’re a lovely breakfast, but something’s missing,” he whispered as he tightened his fingers.

Her lips parted, but no sound would come out other than sensual moans. She held his blazing gaze as the exquisite burn increased the harder he pinched her nipples. Her hips rolled involuntarily. The way he looked at her made her feel like the only woman in the world—the only one that mattered.

Her breath hitched while she ground herself against him. Friction—she was desperate for friction. He varied the pressure of one nipple and then the other, and she moaned as her head swam with arousal. She couldn’t get enough—more. More. She needed more.

“Don’t stop,” she snapped, out of breath, when he moved his hands away.

He chuckled. “I just need to add something,” he said before showing her the property vest he’d given her. When he turned, the bacon smell wafted toward her. “And I think it’s time that got out of the oven before I burned it. So, you slide that on while I do this.”

Her hesitation in unlocking her ankles from behind him awarded another tight pinch to her nipples. She yelped before she let him go. It left a delicious ache in its wake. Once she shrugged on the vest, she pulled it around her now very sensitive breasts.

She had to protect them. Well, that and the friction against the sensitive tips made her tingle all over. The cool leather against her heated skin did nothing to extinguish the raging inferno inside her.

She watched him remove the pan of popping bacon from the oven. Colorful tattoos decorated his lean frame. Dark swirls crossed his back and collarbone. Odin’s profile covered the skull that had once signified the Roughneck Riders on his inner forearm. Odin’s ax covered a drill bit that had been on his other arm.

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