Five minutes later, it was time for the big test. I was a little nervous, because I hadn’t made this in years. I just wanted to do something nice for him.
I took a spoonful and smiled while swallowing.
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p; “This takes me right back to my childhood days. Pistachios were not in our budget, so we only bought those as a treat every two months. What do you think?”
“It’s very tasty. Especially the mix of jams.”
I was smiling from ear to ear now, super happy that he was enjoying himself. My plan was working! He seemed worried last night, and I was hoping the Tess Winchester treatment was going to get him out of his funk.
“Why are you so quiet?” he asked.
“Oh, just got lost in my head for a bit.”
“I could see that. Where did you go?”
I grinned. “Just mentally going through the plan for today.”
“Let’s hear it.” He took another mouthful of oatmeal, looking at me expectantly.
I dangled my feet under the table, pushing a strand of hair behind my ear.
“Well, the plan is adaptable. I was actually thinking more about the goal.”
“Which is?”
“You seem a bit tense.” I wiggled my eyebrows. “I’m going to do something about it.”
He looked at me as if I caught him completely off guard.
“How could you tell?” he asked.
“Your shoulders are a bit stiff. I felt that last night when I was exploring them.” With a wink, I added, “I double-checked this morning as well, while you were asleep.”
His blue eyes held a mix of playfulness and emotion I hadn’t expected. We both finished our oatmeal in silence and then cleaned up the table.
“I need another coffee,” I announced, heading with my cup to the coffee machine. “I want all my neurons to be awake while I put ‘the plan’ in motion.”
The sound of the beans being ground filled the space, so I didn’t hear Liam when he snuck up behind me. I didn’t swat him away this time, not even when he feathered his fingers seductively from my shoulders down over my breasts. My nipples perked up.
Since I didn’t have to be careful not to burn myself or the food anymore, I could let him fondle me all he wanted. That was part two of my plan.
“I’ve never had this,” he said quietly into my neck.
I froze a little, wondering if I crossed some boundaries, if I was being overwhelming.
“And you...you like it?” I asked, unsure.
He whirled me around, his gaze hard.
“That you woke up thinking how to make my day better? Fuck yes, I like it,” he exclaimed right before covering my mouth with his. He’d never kissed me like that, with a deep and desperate urgency, as if he wanted to consume me. His lips were warm and fast, and then he pressed himself into me. I gasped, feeling his erection against my belly. He deepened the kiss until I wasn’t aware of my surroundings anymore, only of him and how exquisite everything felt.
He drew his rough finger pads over the sensitive skin on the side of my neck. I moaned against his mouth, touching his arms and shoulders, wanting more and more. How was it that I was always insatiable when it came to him?
To my astonishment, he stopped the kiss, letting his hands drop to my side.
“My bad. Didn’t meant to hijack your plan,” he whispered.