“I have eggs.”
“An omelet then. You want one?” He moved to pull on his briefs and jeans, leaving his chest and feet bare. It was sexy as hell to have him walking barefoot through my house.
I searched the floor for his discarded shirt and pulled it over my head. It was still warm from his body and smelled like him, a hint of oil and man. My hair was probably a knotted mess. I finger-combed it while he gestured for me to proceed him down the stairs to the kitchen.
“That’s a good look for you.” Ryan gave me that look that sent my heart racing.
My cheeks heated. That confirmation was everything. It felt good to be desired, to be wanted. Especially by someone who was sexy and attractive. He could probably have any girl he wanted, but he was risking my brother’s ire to be with me. That had to mean something.
In the kitchen, he said, “I need to eat before we go again.”
My pussy clenched. I didn’t think I’d ever been with a man who was game for multiple rounds of sex. Is this what my friends were always talking about?
I’d found my unicorn man, attentive in bed and capable of providing multiple orgasms, but he was my brother’s best friend. It was just my luck.
He moved to the fridge, pulling out the carton of eggs and butter while I got out a skillet for him to use.
I sat on the kitchen stool while he cracked the eggs and cut up veggies. He was comfortable in my space.
Was hiding our relationship the attraction? Did that make everything hotter? If so, I didn’t want to know.
Ryan leaned a hip against the counter while the omelet cooked. “What are you thinking about over there?”
How good he looked in my kitchen. How I never wanted him to leave.
“Come here.” His tone was commanding.
I slid off the stool and moved toward him.
He pulled me against him, my back to his chest, and wrapped his arms around me with his chin resting on my shoulder.
“What are we doing?” I couldn’t bring myself to turn in his arms or look at him. It was safer this way. I hated to sound insecure, but I needed to know.
“We’re taking things one day at a time,” he murmured into my hair.
I relaxed into his body. That didn’t sound so bad.
“Not overthinking it,” he added.
I closed my eyes, the smell of eggs cooking permeating the air. He made it sound like we could do this. That something between us was possible if we took things slow.
He turned me in his arms so that I faced him. “Let’s enjoy this.”
“Is this just a fling for you? I mean, it’s totally fine if it is. I just need to know so that I’m prepared.”
I’d never been this upfront about my feelings with a guy, but I needed to protect myself.
He brushed my hair out of my face, his eyes reverent as he looked at me. “I’m not sure what this is, but it doesn’t feel casual to me.”
Hope bloomed in my chest that he felt the same thing I did. “No. It doesn’t.”
He kissed me lightly. “Don’t worry. We’ll figure it out.”
Then he moved away to check the omelet.
I could do this. I could take things one day at a time. As long as we were on the same page, it would be okay.
Jake didn’t need to find out, and we were free to explore whatever this was at our own pace.