After I dried off and left the bathroom, I crept out of the bedroom on my tiptoes. When I got into the kitchen, I smiled as I approached Ryan’s Keurig. The night before, I’d noticed that in addition to coffee K-cups, he also had an entire stand of hot chocolate K-cups, just for his nieces and nephew. Being a hot chocolate junkie, I was delighted to see it.
I turned on the Keurig and loaded in one of the cups. I put half a cup of water into the reservoir and then filled the bottom half of my cup with milk before hitting brew. I leaned in and inhaled the chocolate scented goodness as my cup brewed. When it was ready, I pulled a container of chocolate syrup from the refrigerator and poured a liberal amount into my cup as I stirred. Taking the first sip of the deliciously decadent delight, I groaned. It was perfect. I was taking my second sip when I heard Ryan coming into the kitchen behind me. Turning around, I smiled and watched his approach. Even just having awoken, he was gorgeous. Clad only in a pair of boxers, he looked like sex on legs.
“Love seeing you in my shirt,” he announced.
He came in close and kissed me softly.
“Mm,” he groaned when he pulled back. “Your lips are so damn sweet. I could kiss you all day.”
Before I could tell him I was more than okay with that he continued, “but I need to feed you some real food. How about we get dressed and go out for breakfast?”
I was a breakfast lover, mostly because I never got to eat it. In general I was too busy opening the shop to stop and eat eggs.
“How about Denny’s?” I asked excitedly. “I could get reallllllly enthusiastic about a grand slam breakfast.”
Throwing his head back, Ryan laughed. “I think you’re pretty excited now, baby. If my woman wants Denny’s, my woman will have Denny’s. Let’s throw on some clothes and go.”
My heart melted when he called me his woman. I’d always hoped the perfect man was out there for me, but until Ryan, I hadn’t been confident I’d really find him. He dropped another kiss on my lips before guiding me down the hall to his room as I continued drinking my hot chocolate. When we got into his room, I wrinkled my nose as I realized I didn’t have any clothes to change into. My one pet peeve was wearing dirty clothes, which meant I was loathe to put on anything I’d worn the day before.
“We’ll have to stop at my house,” I announced.
“Or,” he countered, “you could wear a pair of my sweats and a t-shirt. Then on the way back from breakfast we can stop at your place for clothes.”
My stomach growled as he spoke, so I agreed without argument. I looked a little wild clad in his gray sweatpants and a long sleeve Northface t-shirt, especially since my only shoe choice was my ankle boots. Fashionable I was not, but Ryan insisted I looked sexy as hell. Which, in turn, made me feel sexy.
After we stuffed ourselves at Denny’s, he drove me to my apartment. He seemed fascinated by my place, walking around my living room and looking at all of the photos and books I had out. I kicked off my shoes and went to the kitchen island to sort the mail I’d picked up on the way in.
“It even smells sweet in here,” he teased as he came up behind me.
“It sounds silly, but I bake to relax,” I said over my shoulder. “I made sugar cookies on Thursday for my neighbor.”
Wrapping his arms around me from behind, he rested his chin on my head. “I’ll always associate the smell of sweetness with you,” he rasped.
My breath caught in my throat as I relaxed into him.
“Oh yeah?” I asked.
“Yep,” he chuckled, “and that’s probably going to be a real problem when I’m in a public place and my dick is harder than a diamond because I smell sugar.”
Pushing my hair to one side, he set his nose against my neck and inhaled.
“Even now, when you used my body wash, you smell sweet. It’s just you.”
I nodded, unable to form words, because as he spoke he slipped his hands beneath the t-shirt I was wearing and began caressing my stomach. Ever so slowly his hands traveled up, my breath catching in my throat when he cupped my breasts. He pulled the cups of my bra down and swirled his thumbs over my nipples, his breath hot against my neck. I moaned when he pinched each of my nipples, laughing when I gasped.
“All during breakfast I kept thinking about how the only thing you had on under my shirt and sweatpants was this bra. You know why I was thinking that?”