Logan’s deep drawl interrupts my thoughts. “You gonna make me bribe you with bacon to find out what put that look on your face?”
“I think the one-night-stand rule might need to be temporarily amended to allow a repeat,” I blurt out.
“Is that so?” He turns back to the stove to finish cooking without a change in expression.
My patience for the day is shot, and so is my appetite for subtlety. “What does that mean?”
He reaches for his beer and sucks down a swig. “It means we’ll see what happens. Now, get some plates. It’s time to eat.”
Chapter 23
Logan
Women are strange and unique creatures to begin with, but Banner is in her own league. When she bites into a crispy strip of bacon, the moan she lets out goes straight to my balls, reminding me of what she sounded like when she came on my fingers, mouth, and cock.
Is there any chance I’d turn down a second night with her? No way in hell. From the corner of my eye, I watch her eat as I finish cooking the eggs and then dump some onto both plates.
“It’s probably a good thing you’re not cooking for any of those women looking to tie you down, because they’d get a lot more creative if they knew you could whip this up so easily.”
I laugh at her bluntness. “I’m pretty sure their breakfast-cooking skills are better than mine.”
She lifts a piece of bacon into the air to gesture with it. “But you don’t understand the appeal of watching a man cook. It’s right up there with watching him come when you’re on your knees between his legs.”
I choke on my first bite of egg before my vision clouds with red at the thought of her getting another guy off. Something about Banner trips the trigger on my control. I don’t fucking care how many guys she’s been with, but I sure as shit don’t want to hear about them.
“Then I guess you’re going to have to drop to your knees in front of me and compare.” I don’t know where the words came from, but her eyes lift to mine and she blinks.
I like that shocked look on her face, the one she’s probably more used to seeing on others, given her lack of filter.
Her surprise fades away just as fast, and Banner is back on her game. “Oh yeah, big boy? You think you could manage to stand and not let your legs give out?”
My cock presses so hard against the zipper of my jeans that it might leave a permanent mark, but I refuse to let her get the last word in.
“I’ll stay standing even as I watch your throat work as you swallow every single drop.”
Banner’s eyes widen again, and a pink blush tinges her cheeks. I bet she didn’t know she could blush anymore. The corners of my mouth tug with a smirk. I would never consider saying something like that to anyone else, but with Banner, it just sets her off.
She doesn’t have a quick retort at the ready, so I keep pushing. “I bet if I slipped my hand in your panties right now, you’d be wet for me, wouldn’t you?”
She shifts on her chair and reaches for her drink. She empties it in two big gulps before setting it back on the table in front of her. “I think I might need to go take them off.”
The twinkle in her eye says she’s sure she’s tempting me. But one thing I’ve learned with Banner is I have to work to keep the upper hand.
“Finish your food. Then you can go take them off.”
She pushes her plate away. “I’m not hungry for this anymore.”
“What are you hungry for, Banner?”
“I want that big cock in my mouth so I can remind you just how hard I can make you come.”
Fuck ... this woman.
“You think I forgot?” To myself I add,No way in hell, Bruce. I lean back and watch her face. “But a reminder wouldn’t be unwelcome.”
My taunt spurs her on. “You’re also going to want pussy for dessert, so you better save room.”
And I’m officially done. I drop my fork on the plate with a clang. “You’re killin’ me with that dirty mouth of yours.”