Page 76 of Resurfaced Passion
“You wanna come?”
The blankets rose almost to her eyebrows this time, there was a ninety-nine percent chance she was not stepping out of this bed in just her birthday outfit. “I don’t have anything to wear.” She mumbled and watched from under her lashes his smile growing slowly before he stepped up to the dresser … still naked .. he had no such naked qualms and pulled out a clean pair of boxer shorts and a t-shirt he brought back to the bed for her. “Put these on. I won’t mind if you’re waiting right here for when I get back…” the promise in his voice was smoke and lust.
“I thought I might jump in the shower, if that’s okay?”
“Go for it.” He leaned over the bed, dropping a kiss to her lips. He lingered there, ready to tell him he should slide back into bed, her belly grumbled again, and he frowned and began pulling on a pair of jeans … he went commando and scrambled her thoughts with how sexy it was. A once black, now faded dark gray shirt pulled over his head, he didn’t so much as comb his hair as run his fingers through the mess and then stomped feet into his boots.
If she’d watched a man dressing before then she was pretty-damn sure it was not as sexy as the display she’d just salivated over.
Reaper was a man’s man. Nothing fussy or pretentious. He was simply gorgeous in a rugged kind of way.
“You keep watching me like that, Paige, and I’ll forget I want to feed you food and put something else in your mouth instead.”
Her eyes snapped up, realizing she’d been staring at his denim covered butt.
Compliment fishing, she asked. “Like … how am I watching you?”
“Like you wanna get flipped to your belly and shown how hard I can really fuck you.”
Oh. My. Days. She legit almost clutched imaginary pearls at her throat.
So he was saying he’d gone easy on her earlier?
How much harder could he go?
His face broke out in a smirk, almost like he could have took a running guess at her bad thoughts. “Won’t be long. Keep the door locked.”
He didn’t ask what she wanted to eat, and Paige was super fussy with breakfast foods. She couldn’t eat anything sweet, not even cereal. It had to be salty and plenty of coffee.
But less than thirty minutes later, she was freshly showered, hair drying down her back, his shorts hanging on her hips, with her legs tucked under her while she watched the E! Network on the couch when he came back.
His eyes instantly sought her out and Paige felt caressed all over.
Talk about a good guess because he’d brought her an egg muffin, extra cheese with slice tomato, two hash browns and a tall vanilla latte.
She blinked looking at the food he’d placed on a plate and brought through to the living room for her. “How did you know this is my favorite breakfast?”
He shrugged and folded himself down in the leather lazy-boy chair. “You musta told me one time.”
Huh. She’d memorized every conversation they’d ever had, albeit short ones because it was usually Paige who filled in all the silences, so she must have told him some time. Her teeth sank into the warm muffin and she moaned.
He smiled over at her and the food stuck in her throat. “Aren’t you eating?”
“Yeah, baby. I got a chocolate waffle.”
“A waffle for breakfast! You’re a philistine monster, Reaper.” She teased and, saw his eyes flash.
Her food gone, coffee drank she licked her lips and sat back on the couch.
Reaper watched her the entire meal until she’d licked her fingers clean of sauce. “Are you done?”
She nodded.
“Maybe you should come over here.” He suggested thickly and he wound his finger in a come-hither motion.
In that moment Paige would have dropped to her knees and crawled across broken glass, because her need of him now that she’d had him? It had gone through the fucking roof.
“You want me?”
