Page 51 of Sweet Revenge
She contemplated staying in bed just a bit longer, reveling in his warmth or waking him up with her mouth on his cock. By the feel of him, he wouldn’t have protested, but her stomach growled indignantly. Her mouth watered at the thought of pancakes. Maybe some bacon. Definitely some coffee.
Carefully she lifted his arm off her middle and wiggled out from underneath it, scooting slowly toward the edge of the bed so as not to wake him. Just before she put her feet on the floor, his arm snaked out and grabbed her by the waist, pulling her back against him so she could feel the length of his cock against her backside.
“Where are you going?” he murmured against her shoulder.
“To make breakfast.”
“Ring Marta. She’ll make breakfast, and you can stay in bed with me.” He rocked his hips against her, and she grinned. “And do other things.”
“That’s very tempting, but it’s Sunday. Marta doesn’t work on Sundays. So we must forage our own breakfasts like the commoners do. And this commoner wants pancakes.”
She tried to wiggle free, but his arm held tight. “Declan, you kept me up half the night. Don’t deny me pancakes.”
“I kept you up?”
She sat up and leaned down to press a kiss against his lips, lingering for a moment before pulling away. “That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.”
Chuckling, he sat up, frowning as he watched her search around in their pile of clothes. “What are you looking for?”
“Something I can wear to run back to my room and get dressed.”
She slipped her arms into his button-down and squeaked when he reached out and caught her arm, tugging her against him. He slid his hands up the backs of her thighs to cup her ass.
“You look very good in my shirt.”
She grinned, leaning in to tease his bottom lip with her teeth. “I’ll file that away for future use. But now it’s pancakes.” She danced out of his reach and laughed as his groan followed her down the hall.
When she met him at the top of the stairs, she was wearing a pair of leggings and a loose tank top, her hair swept up into a messy bun. She smiled when he pulled her up onto her tiptoes to brush a kiss lightly against her lips.
“I don’t know if anyone’s ever told you, but you look very sexy in leggings.”
The house was quiet even in the early afternoon, and they had the kitchen to themselves while Evie set bacon to frying and measured out all the ingredients for pancakes. She wasn’t a fantastic cook, but she could make a handful of things, mostly breakfast or pasta.
Declan put a pot of coffee on while she flipped the bacon in the pan and tried not to think about how comfortable it felt to be in his kitchen making breakfast like she belonged there. Easier said than done when he kept looking at her like that.
She moved bacon to drain and added more as a shirtless Brogan wandered in, likely enticed by the smells. “Homemade breakfast on a Sunday. Excellent.” He snagged a piece off the plate Declan set in the middle of the island. “What’s the occasion?”
“We burned a lot of calories last night,” Evie replied with a cheeky grin, making Declan laugh.
“That’s disgusting.”
Evie snorted out a laugh, ladling another batch of pancakes onto the skillet. “It’s a very natural thing. You see, when two people like each other very much—”
Declan nearly choked on his coffee, sputtering with laughter while Brogan threw up his hand to stop her.
“You’re going to make me sick, and it would be a shame to throw up perfectly cooked bacon.”
“Okay, okay, fine. Declan can give you the talk,” she added with a wink, flipping the last pancake onto the platter and setting it on the island.
“I think I liked you better when you were sullen and moody,” Brogan mumbled, piling his plate with pancakes.
“I’m not moody. I’m mysterious.”
Brogan snorted. “Keep telling yourself that, kid. I can’t stay here with you two or I’ll never keep my breakfast down.”
“You’re welcome!” Evie called to Brogan’s retreating back.
When they were alone again, Declan tilted Evie’s chin up with his finger, leaning down for a kiss that was soft and sweet.
