Page 125 of Rookie Attraction

“I can’t believe I’m going to say this but food first, fooling around later.”

He raises his head and playfully kisses my nose. “Okay. But only if I can help you in the kitchen.”

I cup his chin. “Why don’t you relax in bed for a while?”

Reluctantly, I slide off him and crawl out of bed. Sel puts his hands behind his head.

“Turn around,” he demands.

I do as he asks and flex my ass to tease him.

“My handprints look amazing on you.”

Heat creeps across my face and there’s nothing I can do to stop it. When he compliments me, I get so hot and bothered that I’m speechless. As payback, I bend down to reach my jeans, giving him more to view.

“Fuck, that’s not fair,” Sel groans.

I turn around and smirk. “What?”

“If you’re going commando, I’m going to have to insist on helping you with breakfast.”

I laugh.

“Look, but don’t touch. I don’t want to get distracted and start a fire.”

“You have a point,” he concedes as he sits up. “I’m going to hit the head and change the sheets. I’ll join you in a bit.”

I head out to the living area and down the hallway toward the second bathroom. After I’m done cleaning up, I walk back into Sel’s kitchen and open the fridge. All his food is neatly organized and meticulously labeled. I chuckle when I think of how chaotic mine is. It’s noon, but I still feel like breakfast, and it takes me no time at all to find what I need—eggs, milk, butter, and bacon. I rummage through his cupboards to find the rest of the ingredients to make pancakes, and then I don’t have to; he’s got a box mix. Perfect.

Once I’ve got the batter ready, I locate a griddle and start cooking, then place the stack of pancakes in the warming oven, along with the croissant he bought yesterday.

With the bacon in the oven, it’s time to make coffee, but before I can get to the machine, Sel steps out of the bedroom wearing a smile and tight black gym shorts. He’s not wearing a jock because I can clearly see the outline of his dick.

“Retaliation?” I quip as I point to his crotch.

“Fair’s fair.”

“That’s it,” I announce. “No more sex until after our hockey game tomorrow.”

All the color in Sel’s face vanishes. Stepping around the island, I go to him and slide my hands around his waist.

“I was only joking.”

He looks down and shakes his head.

“What’s wrong, baby?”

“It’s nothing,” he insists. “I’m fine.”

I squeeze him tightly.

“That doesn’t work in a relationship, Sel. Come on, it’s me.”

He bites his lower lip and meets my gaze. There’s worry and fear in his beautiful eyes.

Like a hard knock to the head, it hits me.

We’re playing Chicago.