13. Breakfast Can Wait
13
brEAKFAST CAN WAIT
LIAM
I wake up to a world bleached white, sunlight bouncing off the snow outside and hitting me like a hangover. For a second, I’m lost. Then it all comes rushing back—the gala, the storm, this quaint little B&B that looks like it was decorated by someone’s grandma.
And Sophie.
I turn my head, and there she is. Dark hair wild on the pillow, face soft in sleep.
Damn. I’ve woken up next to my fair share of beautiful women, but this? This is different.
There’s a weird feeling in my chest, like I’ve taken a slapshot to the sternum. But in a good way.
What the hell, O’Connor? Since when do you get all mushy over a girl?
Sophie stirs, her nose doing that cute little scrunch thing. Even passed out, she’s probably solving cancer or something.
My balls are blue, and all I can think about is touching that silky skin and making her mine. But I hold back. Me, Liam O’Connor, the guy who takes what he wants, when he wants it, is actually hesitating. What is this girl doing to me?
Last night was...not what I expected. And not just because we didn’t seal the deal. It’s the way she makes me feel. Like all my smooth moves, all my practiced charm, just...doesn’t cut it.
It’s freaking me out.
As I watch her sleep, it hits me like a check into the boards: I’m falling for Sophie Novak.
Hard.
It should send me running for the hills. Instead, I’m lying here, grinning like an idiot, actually looking forward to whatever comes next.
Sophie’s eyes flutter open, confusion giving way to a sleepy smile that does funny things to my insides.
“Good morning,” she mumbles.
“Morning, angel,” I say, unable to keep the grin off my face. “Ready for the winter wonderland?”
She groans. “Five more minutes?”
I feel lighter than I have in years. “Whatever you say, angel. I’m not going anywhere.”
Just as I’m contemplating how we could spend those five more minutes, a soft knock on the door shatters the moment. Sophie bolts upright, eyes wide, looking like she’s been caught with her hand in the cookie jar. The blanket pools at her waist, exposing the smooth expanse of her stomach and two perky round mounds pointing at me and begging to be touched. My eyes can’t help but look at her chest, my cock turning to stone.
I sigh and pick up my crumpled shirt from the floor. Putting it on, my eyes snap to her mouth before they meet her startled gaze. As she realizes what’s happening, she grabs the blanket in panic, sliding back into the pillows and covering her head.
“Relax, angel,” I chuckle.
She lets out an adorable muffled groan from under the covers, her head burrowed underneath.
“It’s probably the sweet old couple who thinks we’re engaged,” I try to reassure her. “They’re expecting us to be naked doing whatever people do when they are naked.”
Sophie emerges from under the blanket, her cheeks flushed in a delicious shade of pink. I file that image away for later.
“Besides,” I add, swinging my legs over the side of the bed, “I locked the door last night. Wouldn’t want any, ah, interruptions.”
I spot my boxers and pants on the floor and pull them on too, very aware of Sophie’s eyes on me. I flex a little as I stand up.
Hey, can’t blame a guy for showing off the goods, right?
“Like what you see?” I flash her a cocky grin over my shoulder as I head to the door.
Sophie makes a choking sound that’s between embarrassment and...something else. Something that makes me want to forget about whoever’s at the door and climb right back into that bed.
But I unlock the door and crack it open, making sure to block the view into the room. No need to give the sweet old innkeepers a heart attack at the sight of a naked goddess.
“Good morning!” Martha’s cheerful voice greets me. “I hope we’re not disturbing you lovebirds, but we wanted to let you know breakfast is only until ten. The storm’s passed, but the roads are still being cleared. You’re welcome to stay as long as you need! ”
I give her my most charming smile. “Thanks, Martha. We’ll be down soon.”
“Oh, and before I forget,” she adds, holding out a small pile of neatly folded clothes, “I thought your fiancée might need something more comfortable to wear. Can’t have the poor dear stuck in her evening gown in this cold.”
I take the clothes, torn between appreciation for Martha’s thoughtfulness and a fleeting desire to keep Sophie naked in bed all day. Maybe I’d give her my shirt if she insisted on wearing something. “That’s incredibly kind of you, Martha. I’m sure Sophie will appreciate it.”
She winks at me. “It’s no trouble at all, dear. You two enjoy yourselves now. Don’t rush on our account.”
I can practically feel Sophie’s embarrassment radiating from across the room.
“We’ll do our best,” I say, unable to keep the amusement out of my voice. “See you a bit later.”
As I close the door and turn back to Sophie, I grin at her mortified expression. She’s sitting up in bed, the blanket clutched to her chin this time, her eyes like saucers.
“Well, fiancée,” I say, tossing the clothes on the bed and enjoying the way she squirms at the word, “looks like we’ve got some time to kill. Any ideas?”
She looks at me with utter horror as I take off my pants and shirt and slowly lower myself on the bed, gently pulling at the blanket she’s holding onto for dear life. After a few tugs, she hesitantly releases it, letting it settle around her waist. I lock my eyes on hers, cupping the soft, heavy weight of her breasts, brushing my thumb over the hard nubs. I caress them in small circles that pull a groan from her mouth.
“You like this, angel?” I murmur, grabbing the back of her neck .
“Yes. Don’t stop,” she rasps, relaxing into my embrace.
I duck my head and take her breast in my mouth.
“They’re the perfect size for me,” I mumble, licking them greedily. Another moan escapes her, and I gently lower her on the pillows. I trail my mouth over her smooth belly, inching lower and lower.
Her skin is covered in goosebumps despite the warmth in the room. I press my mouth against her flat abdomen and inhale the scent of her skin mixed with the smell of her arousal.
“How about that breakfast,” I mutter, as I push her thighs apart and take that first delicious lick of her pussy, earthy and sweet, utterly addictive. “I don’t think I can ever get enough of tasting you,” I say as I continue licking her opening, sliding my mouth over her folds and twirling my tongue around her swollen clit.
Her needy whimpers skitter over my skin.
I grab her trembling legs and put them over my shoulders. My tongue slows as I continue lapping at her, playing in her wetness, dragging up and down, until I’m covered in her slickness. When the calloused pad of my finger brushes over her clit, she jerks off the bed, but I’m holding her hips firm, not letting her go.
I’m so turned on I feel like I might implode. She drags her nails through my hair and pulls me closer. Edging on the verge of her climax, her pussy is convulsing around nothing, so I push my finger in gently, careful not to go too deep. Not yet.
She cries out as she tightens around my finger in a powerful orgasm. When the pulses finally subside, I pull away, sucking air into my depleted lungs.
Holy flaming hell .
“You take my fingers so well, angel,” I snarl. “I can’t wait for my cock to fill you.”
“I think I’d like that,” she moans, all shyness gone. She lifts up and pushes down on my chest, showing me that she wants me to lie down.
Surprised, I oblige her, allowing her to set the pace.