Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 80045 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80045 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
I blow out a breath, hopping out of bed and quickly running through my morning routine, throwing on a pair of sweats and a T-shirt before heading toward my kitchen and much needed coffee—
The scent of freshly brewed coffee and bacon hits me the minute I step outside of my room, and I pause barefoot in the hallway.
Clinking pans sound from my kitchen, and I timidly walk that direction.
My lips part, a half gasp, half laugh escaping past them at the sight of Lawson flipping pancakes at my small stove. His back is toward me, and he's wearing nothing but my frilly pink apron, giving me the perfect view of his naked ass.
He glances over his shoulder, his grin widening as he glances at my shocked expression. “Hope you don't mind I borrowed the apron,” he says, before turning back to the stove. He flips a pancake onto a plate that’s already piled high with them, and then flicks off the burner.
“You look better in it than I do,” I say, still slightly bamboozled at the scene before me.
“I'm not so sure about that,” he says as he fills two plates with pancakes, bacon, and scrambled eggs. He scoops them up and takes them over to my small table just outside of the kitchen, setting them next to two mugs of already steaming coffee. “Maybe you can try it on for me later and we can compare?” he asks as he pulls out my chair and nods to it.
I'm at a loss for words, so I do as he suggests, and sit.
“You go ahead and dig in,” he says. “I'll be right back.’
He reaches behind him and unties the apron, making sure he’s facing me as he replaces it on the little hook I have at the entryway of my kitchen.
I pause with my mug almost to my lips, completely forgetting that I was about to take a drink of the much-needed life-elixir with Lawson full-frontal this early in the morning. God, he's gorgeous in this light. I hadn't got a good look last night in the darkness, but I’d felt him, and the sight matches exactly how he made me feel.
Tons of smooth skin stretches over even more corded muscle, and there’s ink decorating the left side of his chest, whorls of black that sharpens at certain edges and smooths off at others. A pair of V-lines trail perfectly down to his sizable length, and my mouth goes dry at the memory of just what that amazing body wrenched out of me last night.
“Hey,” he says, snapping playfully and pointing to his face. “My eyes are up here.” He laughs, and I join in before he spins around and heads back toward my bedroom.
I finally take a sip of coffee, sighing as the hot liquid slides down my throat. The first couple sips help clear the last sleepy dregs from my mind, and I pick up my fork and take a bite of the pancake as instructed. I moan around the sweet flavor, closing my eyes for a moment as I take another bite.
“Oh, so you make sexy sounds when you eat too,” he says, returning to the table now wearing only the sweatpants he wore last night, and takes the seat next to me. “Good to know.”
“You stayed,” I finally say after taking a few more bites, unable to fully find the words I need to explain how I feel right now.
Lawson swallows the massive bite he just took, looking at me curiously. “You asked me to,” he says, a little panic streaking through his hazel eyes. His fork and knife lower to the plate before him. “Shit, you assured me you were awake, Blakely. Were you not? Because—”
“I was awake,” I hurry to cut him off, wanting to soothe the panic rippling over his features.
“Fuck,” he says blowing out a breath. “Don't do that to me. I almost lost my appetite and that would’ve been tragic after the spread I just made.” He takes another giant bite, somehow managing to get a piece of everything on his fork and shoving it into that wicked mouth of his.
“Sorry,” I say after taking another bite. “I just…when I woke up this morning and you weren't there...” I let my voice trail off, shaking my head at myself and trying to hide behind another few bites. It’s such a ridiculous notion, especially when he'd been in here making this sweet breakfast for me.
“Oh shit,” he says, nodding. “I see where your mind went. My bad. I know I have a reputation for playing the field,” he continues. “But I'm not an asshole. Everyone who I’ve been with before always knows what's going to happen before it happens. So, if we agree to one night and then me leaving, that's what happens. But you asked me to stay, so I did. Plus, you're not exactly like anyone else, are you?”