“Anything I can do?” I find myself asking out of habit. She smiles.
“No, I think it’ll sort itself out. He just needed a moment.” Glancing at my length again and swallowing, Lizzie seems to get a little of her confidence back. She braces her shoulders, tilts her head, and assesses me with a half-contained grin. “But if you’re asking if there’s anything you can do for me, I would kill for some breakfast?”
“Breakfast?” Not exactly the hunger I had hoped she might have this morning, but it’s a close second.
I cross the distance between us, and Lizzie moves as if to pass through the door, but then hovers. She’s close enough to smell, to feel, to touch if I just lift a hand.
“Hey, a girl’s gotta eat. And you had me working up an appetite last night. The least you could do is fry me a little bacon.”
I can’t help a smile that I suspect is particularly smug.
“I see. One night of wild sex and now you expect me to wait on you hand and foot?”
Leaning in, Lizzie barely touches me and yet does something with a sigh that has me leaning closer.
“A girl can dream, Big Foot.”
Our mouths are a breath apart when I shake my head.
“Okay, what is the Big Foot thing about?”
When she laughs and pulls back, I regret saying anything. Kiss first, talk later, Walker. You’ve made this mistake before.
Lizzie flips her hair as she walks out into the hall and I reach out to snag at her sleeve, pulling her back.
“Oh, just the way you looked coming out of the woods when I first met you.”
“Like a sasquatch?” I ask, wrapping my arms around her. She is flush against me now, the long, smooth length of her legs brushing against mine. My erection is trapped between us. “Charming.”
She slaps at my chest.
“Oh shush, you should be flattered. You know what they say about men with big feet.”
“Yeah, but that’s a myth.”
Something hot flashes in Lizzie’s eyes. She deliberately looks down between us and then back up.
“Oh, I don’t know. Sometimes it’s very true.”
Pain sparks through my teeth as I clamp my jaw shut but it’s nothing compared to the burning ache between my legs.
“You carry on like that and breakfast is gonna have to wait a few hours.”
“Mmm…” Lizzie leans closer and brushes a kiss to the underside of my jaw. “You promise?”
I have her in my arms and then over my shoulder a second later.
“Oh, not this again! Hey, are you listening to me?”
A gentle pat to her naked butt has her yelping.
“Nope,” I tell her. “I’m too busy to listen to some dolled-up city slicker like you, Miss.”
Carting her back towards my bedroom, I feel laughter rolling through her chest and into my shoulder.
“Oh really? You have plans that cannot wait, do you?” She teases as I kick open the bedroom door.
“Absolutely.” I take her from my shoulder, throw her onto the bed and join her a second later. Cupping her face with one hand and guiding her thigh around my hip with the other I make my promise against her lips. “I plan to pleasure my woman completely senseless.”