“Will there be bacon?”
“There can be.”
“Then, yes, I’ll join you.”
“Really? Bacon was the deal breaker?”
“Of course not. I was just asking,” he joked.
“Do you mind if I take a quick shower first?” I asked once we got to my house. I wanted to wash the bar off of me and get comfortable before I started the pancakes.
“Go right ahead.”
“Make yourself comfortable,” I said and headed for my bedroom. “I won’t be long.”
I pulled my hair up on top of my head and hopped in the shower to quickly rinse off. Then, I put on a fitted long-sleeve shirt and a pair of leggings and returned to find Coal on my couch playing a game on his phone.
“When you said quick, you meant it.”
“I just needed to rinse off. I always feel sticky after bartending,” I said and headed to the kitchen.
“What are you doing with the bacon?” he asked when he saw me placing the strips on a cookie sheet.
“Baking it.”
“Can you do that?”
I laughed. “I do it all the time. It’s easier to cook, easier to clean up, and I think it tastes better this way.”
“You’re right. It is better this way,” he said after trying baked bacon for the first time.
I smiled proudly. “Told you.”
Once we were finished eating, I got up and went to the sink to rinse my plate and start cleaning up, but I soon felt Coal’s presence behind me. He waited until I put the plate in the dishwasher before he turned me around and lifted me onto the counter. “I’ve got this,” he said and took over the dishes.
“Thank you,” I said sincerely after he finished washing the dishes and wiping down the counters.
He stepped between my legs and put his hands on my waist. “Thank you for cooking,” he said and kissed my lips.
He started off slow but was soon kissing me with an intensity that was almost too much yet somehow not enough.
Moaning in encouragement, I wrapped my legs around his waist and buried my fingers in his hair to pull him closer.
He pulled back and met my eyes. “If we’re going to do this, you’re mine and no one else’s.”
“I don’t want to be anyone’s but yours.”
As soon as the words left my mouth, his lips were on mine and his hands were everywhere—my legs, my ass, my back. Everywhere except where I wanted them. I ran my hands down his body and slipped them under the hem of his shirt, slowly smoothing my way up his chest to pass my hands over his nipples, hoping he’d take the hint.
He did. His lips left mine as he kissed his way to my ear. “Are you trying to tell me something?”
Yes, yes, I was, but I didn’t want to say it. Instead, I answered by taking my shirt off and tossing it on the floor.
His lips crashed into mine as he quickly unclasped my bra and cupped my breasts with his large hands. I groaned in pleasure when his fingers began toying with my nipples.
His mouth left mine and moved to my breast, sucking my nipple deep into his mouth while he flicked his tongue over the hard peak. When I felt his fingers grip the waist of my leggings, I lifted my ass off the counter so he could pull them down. My underwear went with them, leaving me completely naked on my kitchen counter.
“Fuck,” he growled, and then his face was between my legs devouring me.