Then just as suddenly, he pulled back. “Sorry,” he muttered. “I know we need water and coffee and proper names and all that, but damn…” His eyes raked over me again. “You’re so hot I need to eat you alive.”
I had no idea what to say to that. I just knew that I needed him to keep touching me, any way he liked.
I’d never felt this urge to totally surrender to a guy before, and I loved it. There was something primal and raw about wanting him to just take me. The tiny whimper that came from my throat was a complete accident, but I felt him shudder.
Then he stopped, pulling back to lock his dark eyes on mine. “I’m going to attempt to be a good host now, and make sure that you’re wide awake before making any rash decisions.”
“But–”
He jumped up, pulling track pants over his shorts while I snuck a look at those toned thighs and tight ass.
As he passed me on the way to the door, he grabbed my foot through the blanket, giving it a shake. “You drink coffee?”
“Yes.”
“Then you know that I should be serving you coffee instead of jumping you when you’re hungover. Take your
time getting ready. Help yourself to anything in the closet.”
Good grief.
This man was incredibly frustrating, but I shouldn’t be upset at him for behaving like a gentleman. It wasn’t his fault that my libido had apparently completely awoken for the first time last night. Well, it was his fault, but not something I could blame him for.
Hearing him puttering around in the kitchen, I went to his gigantic washroom to scrub my face, run my fingers through my hair, and use his mouthwash. My dress wasn't that inappropriate, so I thought it would probably do for breakfast.
When I went back to his room, I couldn't resist sneaking a look in his closet. There was a row of sharp suits, mostly in black, with a couple in navy and dark gray. From the look of his wardrobe, and the way this place was decorated, he was obviously extremely well off.
Padding barefoot down the hall, I could smell coffee, and Eric was starting to cook something on the stove. I couldn't resist walking straight to the giant floor to ceiling living room window that looked across half of the city.
"Wow," I breathed.
Eric's bright chuckle came from behind me, then echoed through the room. "Yeah, that's why I bought this place. I love watching the city wake up. Or go to sleep. Or just hang out.”
After staring across the concrete and glass expense for a few minutes, I came over to the breakfast bar just as Eric slid a mug in front of me. "Milk or cream?"
"Either one is fine."
He set milk, cream, sugar, and a spoon in front of me, then went back to cutting thick slices of bread.
Watching the graceful way he moved was absolutely hypnotic. Even the way he skimmed the spatula around the giant frying pan was sort of a slow dance.
Taking a sip of coffee, I almost moaned. “Holy squid, this is amazing.”
His sexy grin made my fingers twitch around the mug. “It’s a secret blend I’ve been working on over the years.”
“Would it be rude to ask how old you are?” I asked.
He waved the spatula at me. “Yes. But I’m thirty-seven. Does that matter?”
I shook my head emphatically. “Not at all.”
Eric looked me up and down with a smirk. “I’m guessing you’re... twenty-six-ish?”
“Um, twenty-four.”
He stared at the utensil in his hand. “That’s pretty young. Do I care about that?” he asked the spatula. “Nah, she seems really mature. And calm. Most younger girls are flighty.” He nodded. “She muttered something about studying last night, so she’s still in school. She seems smart.”
Dropping his chin, he faced me. “We’re good.”