This is more than I've been able to manage in two long, lonely years.
I look down and realize I have whipped the Hollandaise right out of the measuring cup and slopped it all over her counter. Wiping it up quickly, I mutter a silent prayer of thanks that she didn't catch me standing stock still in her kitchen, just listening to her. Maybe someday I can explain to her just how profoundly the simple act of being with her has shaken me to my core.
She appears in the doorway to the kitchen, framed like a work of art. "You're still naked, you know," she informs me.
She's wearing this silky black robe that makes me want to rip it off of her just so I can watch it slide along her skin. My cock stirs, and her eyes move down to it, pointedly.
I look down. "Habits," I explain.
She gestures to the kitchen window with its direct line of sight to an office tower across the street. "I guess you don't usually have to worry about giving people an eyeful," she grins. The way she lets those wide, warm eyes wander along my body makes the blood rush downward rather alarmingly. She saunters in, doing this little dance on her tiptoes. "Now, I don't mind. But they might."
All at once, the image of a telephoto lens pops into my head. That office tower would be the perfect vantage point. They could see me, see Sanniyah, see us kissing, invading our private moment with their intrusive cameras. They could track me, know where I am...
Shut the fuck up!
I scream at the paranoid voice at my head, and press myself firmly against Sanniyah, redoubling her kiss with a passion that makes her gasp. I need to silence the thoughts. I need to drown in her before I drown myself.
"Are you okay?"
She is looking at me, concern written across her face.
"I'm fine," I tell her brusquely. "Let's eat".
She watches me carefully as I pour the sauce over the towers of biscuits, bacon and eggs I have arranged on two plates. I must have made a good show of holding it together, because she relaxes and smiles as her stomach growls audibly. "Those look amazing, Carter."
"Dig in," I say, handing both plates to her. She takes them without question, heading into the living room, which gives me just enough time to quickly close the curtains in the kitchen.
The minute I do, my heart rate returns to normal.
"Who taught you to cook like this?" Sanniyah demands from the living room. She is tucked into the couch, the plate cradled in her lap, and her mouth is stuffed with food.
"My mother," I tell her as I pull on my pants and settle in near her. "She was a home-ec teacher through and through. She wanted me to be self-sufficient but I guess she never figured I'd end up having a cook." I flick a forkful of eggs together and lean over to her. Sanniyah opens her mouth greedily and gives me a nice eyeful of her lips closing around my fork. I teasingly try to pull it back and she growls at me before settling back, licking her lips. "She started with teaching me breakfast," I continue, warming to the subject of my mother. "And worked her way through the meals of the day, but my skills have eroded in the reverse direction. Now that I have Rosa, I'm helpless when it comes to things like cuts of meat or salad dressings, but I can still poach an egg. Next time, I'll show you my crepe skills."
"Ooh," she smiles appreciatively and then ducks down, veiling her eyes with those heavy black lashes as my words hang in the air. Next time.
Yes Sanniyah, I want there to be a next time. And a time after that and a time after that. I want to see what comes next with you.
She sops up the last bit of runny egg with a scrap of biscuit then leans back, sighing contentedly. My own food has grown cold, but I don't really care. I just want to watch her as her eyes flutter heavily.
"You're exhausted," I tell her. It isn't a question.
"It's been a hell of a day," she answers, sadness curling around her words.
"Go lie down," I order, grabbing her plate. "I may be rich, but I know how to wash a dinner plate."
"Breakfast plate," she corrects, smiling and stretching and yawning like a cat. "And leave them." She stands up and stretches her arms out to me. "Come to bed with me."
The sun has barely set, but I'm not going to say no to holding Sanniyah's body in my arms. I lie in bed, listening to her in the bathroom, the comfortable, lived in sounds of being with someone, and once again my heart does that strange, shuddering, sideways motion. The only way I can explain it is the feeling of an ice floe breaking away from a glacier.
Sanniyah appears in the doorway, arms full of pillows. "How many do you want?" she asks.
"One is fine," I smile and suddenly I can't hold back any more. "You are the best damn thing, you know that?"
She peers at me from behind the pillow and her mouth works like she is trying out several different responses. The glacier that is my heart stands still as she finally settles on a response. "You're pretty great too," she finally says, padding over to me and settling herself under the covers. I fit my body around hers, loving the way she curves perfectly into mine.
She is asleep in moments, the gentle sipping sound of her breath lulling me as well. I haven't fallen asleep on the mainland in over two years and the dark parts of my mind are right there to remind me of the million people who are surrounding us right now.
I must have made a sound, because Sanniyah suddenly shifts in her sleep, rolling over to face me. Her eyes flutter open, and she looks at me. I feel her hand brush gently down my face. Then again. And again.
I shudder and exhale as her soft touch soothes me. Over and over again, she gently strokes my face until finally sleep takes hold and I am no longer afraid.
Chapter Thirty-Four
Sanniyah
I'm swimming up out of the darkness, and something feels niiiice. I can hear myself moaning and it wakes me up to find Carter Easton's dark blonde head between my thighs.
"Good morning to you too!" I say. Or at least, I try to say that. It comes out more like strangled, garbled gibberish as his hot tongue swirls around the tight bud of my clit. I ride the waves as they pulse through me, pushing me higher and higher until I am gasping out a lazy morning's orgasm before I am even fully awake.
When I unclench my thighs, Carter kisses each one of them in turn, then sits up and makes a great show of wiping the glisten from his stubble before he covers my mouth with his. Any other man would have me shy about kissing before I even brushed my teeth, but Carter's enthusiasm for me is infectious, and I embrace him just as eagerly as he is holding me.
"Damn," I say when he finally pulls away.
"Was that a happy damn, or a sad damn?" he asks, sliding his fingers between my legs again. "Because I can try again if that wasn't good enough."
I sock him lightly in the shoulder. "If you try that again, I will never leave this bed."
"Good enough for me," he smiles, diving under the sheets again.
"Carter!" I squeal. "You're going to kill me!"
"This is going to kill me," he corrects me, cupping the bulge in his boxers. "Waking up and seeing you all sleepy and floppy like this? God damn, Sanniyah.”
I smile. I've smiled more in the last twelve four hours than I have in weeks. "I can't have a murder on my conscience," I tell him as I move his hand and yank his boxers down. He grunts as I take him into
my mouth, but he doesn't let me get more than a few licks in before he is pushing me backwards onto the bed. The crinkle of the foil wrapper has me salivating like one of Pavlov's dogs, wet and ready so he slides in there as smoothly as silk. He shudders as he enters me, and I know he is as close as I am.
"Dear god," he rasps, his breath raking across my ear. He rolls his hips, careful to touch every one of my sensitive places. "I'm going to need you to come, and quickly. Can you do that for me, Sanniyah?