No, I didn't need or want any of that. I loved her body, and I loved enjoying that body, but my desire for her ended there.
For the first time in years, I had trouble sleeping. I was positive it had nothing to do with Eve.
I got up earlier than usual in the morning—not on purpose like I had yesterday, but because I couldn't sleep anymore. A hot shower sounded good until I was in the shower and started wondering if Eve would sneak in to join me.
She didn't.
Wishing she would join me in the shower had nothing to do with emotions. I wanted her like I'd never wanted any woman, and I wanted to be inside her as often as possible from today onward. Thoughts of Eve's body had me beating off in the shower, but that wouldn't tide me over for long.
By the time I walked into the kitchen, Eve was already making breakfast for everyone.
She waved toward the stool on my side of the island. "Have a seat. I'll give you first dibs on breakfast."
I perched on the stool, noting that she'd already set out plates and silverware for us. "Thought I'd beat you into the kitchen this morning."
And I might have if I hadn't needed to relieve my lust twice in the shower.
The outfit she'd chosen to wear today didn't help matters. Her tie-dyed dress held up by spaghetti straps barely covered her ass and breasts, and the gold anklet draped around her elegant ankle made me hunger to have that leg strapped around me again. The sandals she wore had the skinniest straps I'd ever seen and looked like they might snap if she took one step. The shoes didn't have me wincing and adjusting my position on the stool, though. It was the dress. Was she wearing panties under that thing? She couldn't be wearing a bra, not with that plunging neckline and those slender straps.
Eve's breasts. Naked under the dress. Her perfect tits swinging free.
My erection scraped against the underside of the island's lip.
I coughed into my fist and said, "Smells good. What are you making?"
"Sheet breakfast sandwiches."
"What is a sheet breakfast sandwich? I've never heard of that."
She smiled at me over her shoulder. "You've heard of a breakfast sandwich, right? The ones I'm making have a pancake layer on the top and bottom with sausage, eggs, and cheese in the middle. Instead of making each sandwich individually, I whip up one huge sandwich on a big baking sheet. I'm using three baking sheets today. Then I slice each big sandwich into smaller pieces."
"Do you pour syrup on it?"
"No, but I put syrup out on the buffet table for anyone who wants it." She glanced at me again, this time curling her lip. "I also have to put out hot sauce and jalapenos. Ollie and Sylvester love that stuff."
"Have you tried it? Hot sauce and jalapenos sounds good to me."
She wagged a large knife at me. "If you expect to kiss me later, better not eat any of that."
Kiss her? Yes, I wanted to do that—for hours. I loved kissing Eve.
"When can I eat one of those?" I asked. "Estou verde de fome."
"You're starving, eh? Oh yeah, you look puny and weak, for sure." She turned around, holding a plate with three breakfast sandwiches on it. Setting it down in front of me, she slanted in to peck a kiss on my lips. "Can't have you malnourished, not with the things I want to do to you today."
"More cookies?" I half hoped she would do that again.
She shook her head. "I saved a bottle of caramel sauce and a tub of ice cream just for us."
"An ice cream sundae? I like those."
"Uh-uh, this one's all for me." She stretched out one delicate hand, trailing the tip of her longest finger down my chest. "Youarethe sundae."
"I like that even better." I caught her hand, lifted her outstretched finger to my mouth, and sucked on it. "But it's only fair that I should get my turn to have an Eve sundae."
She withdrew her hand, but her eyes had taken on the glossiness of desire. "Well, I guess it is only fair."
While she returned to portioning out the breakfast sandwiches, I abandoned mine and sneaked up behind her. The scent of her hair made me draw in a deep draft of it, my nose buried in her silky locks. I slipped an arm around her waist.