Free Johnny (Connelly Cousins #2) by Abbie Zanders

Mother of God, help me . It just wasn’t fair. A gorgeous man who knew exactly how to pleasure a woman and knew how to cook? 
    He was in the kitchen, preparing enough food to feed a small army. His hair was damp, fresh from the shower, and he was bare-chested. He wore a thin pair of work-out pants that hugged him in all the right places, and let her know for a fact that he was totally commando beneath them.
    Why was he still here? And why was he making her breakfast?
    His eyes flicked to the suitcase in her lap, then to her face. That neutral, impassive expression was gone, and he was back to looking like smug sex-on-a-stick. She told herself it didn’t matter.
    “Thought you might be hungry,” he said, flashing her one of the devastating grins that would have made her knees weaken had she been standing. “Hellcats do eat, don’t they?”
    “Not necessary.” With supreme effort, she turned away from him and navigated her chair over toward the window, setting her suitcase on the floor along the way. The weather outside was overcast, the sky filled with heavy blackening clouds threatening to open up at any minute. Perfect. It fit her mood. Even as the thought flitted through her mind, a distant rumble of thunder echoed around her.
    “Big front moving in,” he said casually, fixing two plates. “We’ll probably lose electricity. This may be your last chance to grab a hot meal for a while.”
    His words gave her pause. She didn’t like storms, not anymore. If one hit, she sure as hell didn’t want him around. Hopefully he’d leave before that happened, and the stack of candles, flashlight, and box of wooden matches on the table were solely for her benefit.
    Stacey flicked a nervous glance toward the windows. The skies were dark, but they didn’t look that threatening. As long as the forecast didn’t call for lots of lightning, she’d be fine.
    Hmmm. That gave her a great story idea. A heroine, trapped in a remote mountain location in a candlelit cabin with a sexy male god in human form. The woman could be injured in some way, and the hero could have magical healing powers. It was a perfect set-up for her next novel. Normally she shied away from paranormals, but this one felt too right to ignore. And really, it was no more fantastical than the once-in-a-lifetime loves she wrote about.
    Try as she might, it was impossible to ignore the mouthwatering aromas now filling the cabin. Why did it have to be such an open floor plan? Why was the kitchen visible from the living room, so she could not only smell all that delicious food, but she could see him preparing it, too? Who did that?
    With a shake of her head, Stacey resisted the urge to speed across the room and inhale everything on the table. It smelled so good. What really broke her will, though, was the aroma of freshly brewed coffee, strong and potent.
    Just like him , she noted. And he was potent. Good Lord, the man literally oozed virility.
    His lips twitched ever so slightly as he tilted the carafe over two huge mugs, studying her surreptitiously from beneath half-lidded eyes. He thought he was so clever, trying to lure her over there with his god-like body and freshly brewed magic beans....
    Ah, shit.
    With a sigh, she cursed her own weakness and made a beeline for the table. She was careful to stay away from him and his virile pheromones, though she caught his triumphant smile when she practically lunged for the mug.
    * * *
    H is hellcat was back, looking just as fierce and sexy as ever, whipping around with speed, skill, and precision. Her fresh, cherry scent settled around him. Johnny closed his eyes and inhaled, his mouth watering in remembrance, because that’s what she’d tasted like, too. Fresh. Clean. Rich. Sweet.
    Delicious .
    She powered the chair past him, pointedly refusing to meet his gaze. She was wearing a dark red tank top that showed off her smooth skin and toned upper body to perfection. A white skirt with dark red flowers flowed over her