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“Why…why would someone want that?” I whispered.
I felt stupid for not realizing that was a thing that people did, but not enough to forego questioning him. He’d opened the door and I needed answers. Especially because…well, I sort of wanted him to do it to me.
Not now, but maybe before the end of the week.
“You’re sensitive there and it feels good,” he said. “I enjoy it because it’s intimate. And you have a fucking beautiful ass that makes me want to put my whole face in it.”
I fought the urge to fan myself.
“But I went too fast,” he said, pushing me off his lap and rising. “Let’s have breakfast since it’s already noon and then we’ll mess around in bed some more. And I’ll go slow. How does that sound?”
I nodded, watching him pull on his sweatpants.
His dark hair was tousled, the natural wave coming through. The stubble on his jaw was longer and showed a few more grays than usual. He ran a hand over his hair, brushing it back, and walked out of the room.
I pulled on a skimpy crop top and matching sweatpants and padded barefoot to the kitchen. It turned out that the entire floor was heated, not just in the bedroom. I slapped my feet on the stairs, soaking in the warmth.
He was by the stove, turning the burner on. Flipping the pan in his hand before setting it down. Drizzling the oil and cracking eggs.
My toes curled.
Here I was safe. Protected by the one person who would never let me down. I walked up behind him and pressed a kiss to his naked back.
“Cariad,” he said, turning.
“Merrick,” I whispered, looking up at him.
He bent and kissed my mouth and molten lava rushed through me. When he broke away, the tension was so thick I thought he was going to turn off all the burners and haul me upstairs.
Instead, he slapped me across the ass.
I jumped, gasping. A grin flashed over his unshaven face, lighting it up.
“Make some coffee,” he ordered.
“Merrick!”
He leaned in, mouth brushing my temple. “It’s lucky the floor is heated because if you don’t start doing as you’re told, I’m going to make you get down on your knees in this kitchen and take my cum down your throat for breakfast instead.”
My jaw fell open.
Oh my God, he was filthy.
And I loved it.
Heart thumping, I did as he asked. I felt his eyes on me as I made two cups of coffee and handed him one. Watching as he took an experimental sip. His jaw worked and he set it aside.
“It’s good,” he said. “You’ve got room to grow, but luckily you have me to teach you.”
“Oh, really?” I rolled my eyes.
He made a platter of eggs and sausage and we ate together at the table. I asked him if we had enough food for the week and he said yes, of course he’d planned for longer if necessary. There were even extra clothes in the closet upstairs.
“What if the pipes freeze?” I asked.
“They won’t,” he said. “It’s not that cold.”
I went outside to the porch to check his theory. He followed me, lounging in the doorway. His eyes washed out in the bright light. Snow sticking to the front of his sweatpants and melting on his bare chest.
