Page 90 of Lucky Shot
“Coffee. Coffee is what I like for breakfast.”
“Got that too.” He steps to the side, revealing a fancy-looking machine.
I gasp as I step forward. “What is that?”
He chuckles. “I thought the cabin might need its own coffee pot.”
“The cabin or me?” I ask, inhaling the smell of sweet, roasted bean goodness.
“Both.”
“Thank you.” I pull the blanket tighter around me.
“Welcome.” He leans down slowly, holding my gaze, as he brushes his lips over mine.
As far as waking me up, it does a better job than my usual coffee.
He stands tall and moves to take the food out. When he said he’d gotten things, I assumed he’d brought it down from his house, but there are takeout bags from at least four different places.
“Exactly what time did you get up?”
“Early.” He sets the food in a row, buffet style, then grabs a mug from the cabinet and fills it with coffee, adding cream and sugar before handing it to me.
“Did you sleep at all?”
“Yeah, I did. More than I have in months.”
I take a sip, staring over the rim at him.
“Sorry if I was snoring or thrashing around in my sleep.” It’s been a long time since I’ve slept with someone and I was out so fast last night I didn’t even have time to overthink it.
“You were perfect.” He gets himself a cup of coffee while I watch him move around the kitchen and imagine what it’d belike to do this every day. He’s going to make some woman very lucky one day.
“Why can’t you sleep?”
He takes a sip then sets the mug down. He leans his back against the counter and grips the edge on either side of him. “My mind spins.”
“About work?”
His chin dips. “Work, life, the gorgeous, naked, redhead beside me.”
My face flushes.
He stands tall and walks toward me. “When you’re around, I have a hard time thinking of anything else.”
“Guess it’s a good thing I’m leaving in a few weeks then or you’d never sleep well again.”
His body shakes with silent laughter.
I set my coffee down and cross the kitchen to him. He doesn’t move except to smile as I lean up to press my lips to his.
“But until then,” I murmur softly against his mouth.
“Until then,” he agrees, then leans down and scoops me up, kissing me as he turns and sets me on the counter.
I wasn’t sure where we’d stand on things this morning, but it seems like we both want this to be more than a one-time hookup.
“You make me feel graceful,” I say as he steps between my legs. His lips trail aimlessly, softly and unhurried, down my neck and over to the other side.
