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“Don’t put the pan under water,” I warn him as I join him in the kitchen.

“Yeah, I know. Damn it. I can’t believe I burned all the bacon.”

“It’s okay.” I eye the stack of blueberry pancakes on the counter. “How did you know those were my favorite?”

He glances at the pancakes, then completely averts my eyes. “Uh, I remember from when we were kids.”

“Liar. I never ate blueberry pancakes as a child. I only started to eat them after I moved to LA.”

“Maybe my sister told me.”

“Keanu, look at me.”

He pivots and stuffs his hands into his pockets, pulling the sweatpants down farther until pink lacy underwear shows. He really likes my lingerie.

“I’m looking at you.”

“I really doubt Mia told you I like blueberry pancakes.”

“Fine. You win. I read it an interview a few years back.”

I widen my eyes. “And you remember it?”

The spark in his gaze changes, becoming intense enough to give me goose bumps. “I remember everything about you.”

The tingles return, spreading all over my body. Afraid the moment will pass, I invade his space and kiss him with all the passion that’s running through my body. He responds with the same fervor, and I get lost in the moment. I don’t even notice when I return to my own, pain-free body.

Keanu pulls back but doesn’t go far. “It worked.”

“Yeah. Let’s not push our luck, though. Kiss me again.”

And he does. Breakfast is forgotten. My only craving is him.

Keanu

Ilose track of how long I spend savoring Leigh’s sweet mouth. The longer I kiss her, the harder it is to keep things from escalating further. She has the ability to drive my libido to new heights. I can’t really move much. I have to take it easy or my injury will only get worse. But when she unbuttons my shirt and starts peppering kisses down my stomach, it becomes excruciatingly difficult to keep it in my pants.

“What are you doing, gorgeous?” I rasp.

“What does it look like?” She stares at me from under her eyelashes.

“If you put your mouth on me, you’d better take off your clothes, ’cause I want dessert too.”

She wrinkles her nose. “Not while I’m riding the crimson wave.”

“The what?”

She shakes her head. “It’s a movie reference. I have my period, remember?”

“Oh yeah, I forgot.” Not that I’d mind it, but judging by her expression, I can guess she does. “I can still fuck you with my fingers.”

She unbuttons my jeans and lowers the zipper. “But that would mean moving your upper body.”

“I think I can handle it,” I manage through the tightness in my throat.

She pulls my cock free and licks it from bottom to top as if it were a popsicle. My balls tighten, and a hiss escapes my lips.

“Do you always try to reciprocate when a girl is about to give you head?”