Page 46 of Burning for Alexander
“Baby, you weren’t lookin’ at my face,” he drawled before taking another sip of coffee.
Maybe I hadn’t been, but I was now. His dark eyes danced, and his grin was wicked. I cleared my throat. “Sit. Let me clean you up and see what’s going on. How’d you hit your head?”
He moved over to the kitchen table, but not before grabbing the to-go container with his breakfast platter in it. “It’s only a scratch from a branch. I cleaned it last night in the shower.”
I wetted a paper towel in the sink and then moved close to stand between his legs. When he tried to fork a bite of eggs around me, I swatted his hand away. “Stay still.”
Kincaid dropped the fork and moved his hands to the backs of my thighs. That’s when I realized my dick was very visible from his position. And it was misbehaving.
“Staying still,” he murmured. Except he wasn’t. Because his hands slowly moved up the backs of my thighs toward the crease of my ass.
Oxygen wasn’t as plentiful at Kincaid’s house as it was at mine, but I did my best to wash off the crusty remnants of dried bloodbefore putting ointment on the nasty cut and bandaging it carefully.
Throughout the entire process, I felt his dark eyes on me and his warm hands on my legs.
“Er, thanks for… the fire,” I began stupidly. “I mean… fighting the fire. Putting it out.”
“It’s my job.”
“No, I know. But from what I heard, it was near the back of Lennon’s ranch. It could have been really bad if you guys hadn’t gotten it under control.”
He moved his hands up, skimming them over my ass until they were curled around my hips. “You’re welcome.”
I stared at the clean bandage and the place where one of my hands was still brushing his hair back from his forehead. His hair was messy and wild, sticking up on one side. There was a pillowcase crease on his cheek.
“Sorry I woke you,” I breathed, not moving an inch. If I moved, he’d take his hands off me.
“I’m not.” He moved forward to rest his forehead on my chest. “Because Sadie makes the best hash browns ever.”
I moved my hands into his hair, holding him against my chest for a beat. “The eggs are probably gross by now. But there’s bacon. And I picked up a cinnamon roll in case you wanted something sweet.”
Kincaid pulled back and met my eyes. “I do want something sweet.”
Okay. I was in way over my head. “Well, um. It’s… it’s in that box, so let me go grab…” I moved out of his reach and escaped to the kitchen counter to grab the rest of the food I’d brought. The sound of his low chuckle followed me.
Kincaid dug into the breakfast I’d brought him and finished upthe coffee while I took nervous sips of mine in the chair next to his.
“Are you going back to sleep?” I asked, then answered before he could. “Probably not with all that caffeine, sorry.”
He shook his head. “I need to head to the station. And I appreciate you bringing me breakfast and coffee.”
I felt suddenly awkward. Why had I come here? It wasn’t to thank him. For fuck’s sake, he was right. Fighting fires was his job. Was I going to thank him after every fire?
“I was worried,” I admitted in a soft voice. My finger traced the whorls and lines of the wood grain in his kitchen table.
He moved his chair a little closer and put his hand on the side of my neck, moving my face with his thumb until I had to look at him. “Why?”
I pressed my lips together, trying to determine whether to confide in him or not. “I had a friend who was killed. He was a firefighter, too. I…” I blew out a breath. “I don’t want to lose another friend.” I stood and began gathering the breakfast trash. “Anyway, glad you enjoyed the food. I’d better head to work, too.”
Kincaid reached for my wrist and then pulled me until I was straddling awkwardly over his lap. “Sit.”
As soon as I let my weight settle, I felt the press of his hard cock under my ass. His eyes watched me. “I’m sorry about your friend.”
I nodded and felt a little bit like crying.IndexEchohad been a good man. A kind soul. And I missed him dearly.
But I couldn’t deny being nearly as overwhelmed bythisman as I’d been by my online boyfriend. “Thanks.”
“I want you, Alex,” he said in a low voice. “But I meant what I said. I’m not looking for a relationship.”
