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counter, plating up eggs and
bacon—mountains for him and little rolling hills for her—wearing
nothing but a pair of panties. She turned to look at him over her
shoulder, her hair a dark waterfall down her back, and smiled, a
new, shy smile he’d never seen before that made his heart lurch in
his chest.
    “Morning.”
    He’d seen her naked in the beginning, forced
to undress her when she was unconscious, but he had tried to block
it out, to not pay attention to her in that way. Not that it had
worked completely. But in all honesty, he had never imagined she
could be so beautiful. His imagination couldn’t have stretched to
those limits, even if he had, yes, okay he had fantasized and
thought about her. In the darkness she had been all softness and
heat. In the light she was long, tawny limbs and supple flesh and
he found himself far hungrier for her than he was for bacon and
eggs.
    “Morning.” He cleared his throat, trying to
keep his eyes focused on hers. “Don’t you think that’s a little
dangerous?”
    “Cooking breakfast?” she teased, moving past
him to the table. He followed both the scent of the food and the
sight of the goddess in her plain white cotton panties bending over
to put the plate down in front of him as he sat.
    “Cooking breakfast…” he agreed, swallowing a
dry lump in his throat as he now found himself on eye level with
the fullness of her breasts, her nipples dark, the areolas lighter,
a stunning contrast against her skin. “Naked,” he finished faintly.
“Grease has a tendency to splatter…”
    “It does,” she agreed, sliding a sleek thigh
across his and settling herself into his lap. Silas kept his hands
at his sides, knowing if he touched her, just for a moment, he was
lost. “But I thought you could kiss my boo boos and make them all
better.”
    His cock throbbed against his zipper,
feeling the heat of her through her panties and he looked up into
her eyes, seeing the lust there. God, he wanted her, more now than
he had last night. Not touching her was killing him. She searched
his eyes with hers, the only part of his face, aside from his
mouth, that she could see, and he wondered what she was
thinking.
    “Do you regret it?” she asked, touching a
finger to his lips.
    “No,” he admitted hoarsely. She made him
tremble.
    “Good.” She leaned in and kissed him and he
felt the rush of her breath through the knit mask, her tongue
licking at his lips. When she reached down and grabbed his hands,
putting them on her breasts, he groaned at the incredible weight of
them, the shape and shift in his hands as she wiggled, making his
cock swell. He couldn’t believe they were doing this, that she
wanted him, but everything told him that she did. He would never
have initiated this, would never have crossed that line—even if
he’d wanted to. And yes, he’d wanted to, but that was hardly the
point.
    “I want you,” Jolee whispered, squeezing him
between her thighs in the chair, her breath hot through his mask,
her mouth next to his ear. “I touched myself this morning in the
shower, remembering last night.”
    He made a small noise that, he had to admit,
would probably be classified as a whimper by any objective
observer.
    “Do you want me?” she asked, leaning back in
the chair, pressing her hands over his, mashing her breasts flat
and then rubbing his palms over her nipples. They were hard little
pebbles and Jolee moaned and rolled her hips at the sensation.
    “Yeah,” he croaked, watching her pull her
lower lip between her teeth, her eyes half-closing with pleasure.
“I’m just…afraid.”
    She stopped, eyes widening at his admission.
He was glad the mask hid his flushed face.
    “Afraid of what?”
    “You.” His hands were moving on their own,
kneading her flesh, watching her reaction. He couldn’t help it.
“This.”
    “Why?”
    He sighed. “It’s complicated.”
    “Don’t let this come between us.” She
reached for the edge of his mask, starting to