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“This must be the second. But it’s smaller flakes.”
“You want to play outside?” I pulled to a seated position.
A smile spread over her face. “I’d love to.”
She handed me the mug of coffee. “But first, caffeine. Then I thought we could have breakfast, and then go outside. I’m starving.”
“I can cook for you.” I wanted to feed her. It was something I’d never been able to do when we were together. The only kitchen I had was the one in my trailer, and her family didn’t know we were dating.
“You know when we were teens, I wasn’t embarrassed to be dating you. That’s not why I kept us a secret.”
Fiona was strong-willed even back then. She knew what she wanted, and she didn’t want her family in her business. I’d respected that. “I never once thought you were embarrassed.”
Relief filtered over her face. “Oh, good. I was worried about that.”
“If I thought you were, I wouldn’t have continued dating you.” I’d felt her love, as young and naive as we’d been. We thought it could stand the test of time, growing together.
Fiona sipped her coffee. “I never thought we’d end up here.”
I chuckled. “You thought we could work together and keep things platonic.”
“Didn’t you?” Fiona asked, genuinely curious.
“I wasn’t sure that this was a good idea. With you living somewhere else and me invested here at the inn.”
She reached over and curled her fingers around mine. “Let’s not talk about the future. I want to enjoy this and however many days we have together.”
I let out the breath I’d been holding. “I want that too.”
Fiona grinned, looking so much younger, more like the girl she’d been in high school. Then her stomach rumbled.
“Let me feed you.” I gave her a smacking kiss on her lips, reveling in my freedom to touch and kiss her whenever I wanted. Then I lifted off the bed, searching for the sweats we’d removed last night. I pulled them on, and Fiona smirked.
“It’s going to be hard to cook without getting distracted. You can see everything in those,” Fiona pointed at my crotch where sure enough my semihard dick was visible.
I caught her wrist, encircling it with my hand. “Behave.”
Fiona threw back her head and laughed.
I let go of her, walking out of the bedroom and into the kitchen. I loved seeing her so carefree.
She followed a few seconds later, holding both of our mugs, and set them on the counter. “What are you making?”
“Pancakes. We’re going to need the energy.”
Fiona rounded the counter and ducked under my arm, her hand on the bare skin of my chest. “Oh, we will. Will we?”
Then she kissed me.
I sucked in a breath. “I can’t make breakfast with you doing that.”
“I want to taste you.” She placed kisses down my chest, then my stomach, pulling the waistband of my sweats over my hips until they pooled at my feet. I stepped out of them and kicked them to the side. She sank to her knees, gripping the base of my cock while she looked up at me.
I braced my hands on the counter, every muscle in my body bunched with the effort of my restraint. I wanted to bend her over and fuck her from behind. I wanted her with an intensity that overwhelmed me. Why did I want her again? Why was it more intense each time we came together?
Emotions swirled around me even as my blood heated with desire.
Fiona gripped the base tight and sucked hard. When she reached into her panties to touch herself, my skin tingled.
