Page 56 of Knight
“Well, breakfast is my main area of expertise,” I said with a chuckle. “My dinners are fairly limited to tacos and spaghetti. I do okay on the grill, though.”
“Whoa.” Aiden choked a little after taking a bite of eggs and gulped his coffee.
“You okay?”
“Spicy,” he rasped.
Oops.
“Sorry. I’ve got a weakness for spice. Sometimes I forget other people want their food boring.”
“Boring, huh? I was going to offer to make a casserole tomorrow. I guess you wouldn’t like it.”
“I can add tabasco to anything,” I deadpanned.
Aiden laughed and smacked my arm. “Asshole.”
I grinned. “Guilty.”
“I’m serious, though,” Aiden said. “If we’re going to share meals, I want to contribute.”
“If you have time,” I said carefully. “I know you’ve got a full plate.”
Aiden looked down at his half-cleared breakfast plate—thedeliciouseggs remained mostly untouched. “Not so much anymore. I haven’t eaten this much in a long time.”
“Not what I meant.”
He grinned, a dimple popping to the right of his lips. “Yeah, I know.”
That smile. Damn. It really did me in. I loved seeing it. Loved even more that I’d helped put it there for a change.
I slid off my chair to my knees. Aiden’s smile slowly faded, but it wasn’t in disappointment. His lips parted with surprise and arousal as I pushed my way between his legs.
I watched the fabric of his shorts grow taut until itoutlined a hard cock. “Thought I might help myself to a little more meat. What do you say?”
He let out a breath. “Yeah.”
I tugged at his waistband, and he lifted his ass so I could pull his shorts down. He was wearing no underwear beneath.
“Naughty Angel,” I murmured.
He laughed softly. “I was planning to go straight to the shower, so—oh god.”
I took his cock in my mouth, swirling my tongue along the head and shaft. Just like that night in Omaha, I drew decadent sounds of pleasure from him.
I drew back to tease at his slit, my hands braced on his thighs. His muscles tensed and relaxed under my palms, giving away how close he was to coming.
“Knight,” he gasped.
I drew back. “Remember that night in Omaha?”
“Yeah, so good,” he murmured.
“People were listening to you moan. They applauded when you said you were about to come.”
“Oh my god.” He raised his hands to cover his face.
“It was hot, wasn’t it?” I stroked one hand under his balls, rolling them gently. “I want you to think about all those strangers getting off as you came down my throat.”
