I want Noah King with everything in me.
Right now.
But rather than carry me to the bed, he sets me on my feet, steadies me, and then steps away. He’s breathing hard. His chocolate-brown eyes are hot and pinned to me as he props his hands on his hips and shakes his head as if coming out of a fog.
A sexy, lust-filled fog.
“If you need anything—” He clears his throat. “If you need anything, just let me know.”
I can’t reply. I don’t think I can form words yet. So, I just nod and watch as he walks to the door of the bedroom.
With his hand on the knob, he turns and smiles at me. “You’d better lock this door, sweetheart.”
He winks, and then he’s gone, closing the door behind him.
I touch my fingertips to my still-tingling lips. On unsteady feet, I walk to the door and flip the lock.
I don’t know if I’m keeping Noah out, or myself in.
Because I want to follow him, strip both of us bare, and beg him to take me.
But I’m not a beggar, and I know he wants me, too. I could feel it, in more ways than one.
I lick my lips, still tasting him, and grin as I turn and begin unpacking my bags.
* * * *
The sun is just starting to peek through the windows as I lazily stretch my arms over my head. It’s six in the morning, as it is every morning when I wake up. I don’t even need an alarm clock.
My eyes pop open every morning at the same time.
I don’t know if Noah’s up yet, but I don’t need to worry about waking him if he’s not since I’m on the other side of the house. So, I get up and immediately sit on the floor and enjoy fifteen minutes of meditation and stretches before I get dressed for the day.
After putting my things away late last night, I took a shower and washed my face. I thought of Noah and that melt-your-panties-off kiss for a long while before finally falling asleep sometime after midnight.
Despite getting less sleep than I’m used to, I’m surprisingly bright-eyed this morning as I pad out of the bedroom and down the hall.
Noah’s up, and if the smells coming from the kitchen are to be believed, he’s been cooking breakfast.
I come up short when I turn the corner and see Noah stirring something on the stove, dressed in only sweatpants that hang loosely from his hips.
In fact, rather than announce my arrival, I lean my shoulder on the wall and just watch his back and arms flex as he moves. His skin is tanned, as I’m sure he spends a lot of time outside, especially in the summer.
And, much to my delight, he has two dimples just above his ass.
I swallow hard and feel my core tighten at the sight of him.
“Do you mind getting some plates out of that cupboard?” he asks, making me jump a bit. He gestures with his spatula. “I can see you in the glass, Fallon.”
“I didn’t want to startle you,” I lie as I breeze across the kitchen and fetch the plates, setting them on the counter next to him. “Where is the silverware?”
“Over there,” he says but stops me before I can walk past him. “And good morning.”
He kisses my forehead.
Christ Jesus, is this guy for real?
“Good morning.”
“Did you sleep well?”
“Like the dead,” I reply with a grin. “And you cooked me breakfast.”
“It’s just some scrambled eggs and toast,” he says, then turns his attention back to the stove. “I wasn’t sure what you usually eat. There’s coffee in the pot.”
“I’m actually a tea drinker,” I reply as I set the forks on the small table in the breakfast nook next to the kitchen.
“Pistachio ice cream, green, pinot gris, and tea.”
“Are you making a list?”
“Damn right.” He plates the eggs, turns off the burner, then butters the toast and joins me at the table. “I have earl grey in the pantry, but I don’t know how old it is. I think it’s left over from my mom.”
“It’s okay,” I reply with a smile and take a bite of the toast. “I’ll grab some from Sips later.”
“If you tell me what kind you like, I’ll pick some up this afternoon.”
I stop chewing and stare at him in surprise. “You’re so nice.”
“I keep coffee for me, might as well have tea around for you.”
“I might be able to move home later today.”
He just snorts and shakes his head. “It’s going to take a few days, easy. So you might as well get comfortable. Unless you don’t like it here.”
I frown and shake my head. “No, the room is perfect. Thanks for loaning it to me. I’ll hear from Jenna later this morning, and then I’ll let you know.”
He nods once. “What are your plans for the day?”