"I'll ask you again in an hour," he laughed slightly.

I murmured an "okay," and fell back to sleep.

Rue "Wake up," the annoying voice asked.

I ignored the bothersome voice, refusing to acknowledge it in hopes that it'd leave if I stayed extremely still.

Boy was I wrong.

Instead of leaving me alone, the annoyance continued to pester me.

"Wakey, wakey eggs and bakey," Cleo's infuriatingly awake self, crooned into my ear.

"No," I moaned.

"Yes," he said as he removed the covers.

I stayed as still as possible, hoping that if I pretended to sleep, he'd leave.

I was wrong.

"Come on," Cleo pleaded. "I've been working for nearly a week straight. Please. I want to ride."

"I want to sleep," I whined into my pillow.

I was extremely tired, and my bed felt so beautifully perfect.

"Eggs?" he asked.

"Uh-uh," I replied.

Eggs weren't good enough.

"Bacon and eggs?" He tried.

"No," I said immediately.

It'd have to be at least pancakes and bacon before I bothered with moving.

"How about Krispy Kreme?" he asked slowly.

I raised my head up to see him biting into a fresh, golden glazed donut. "Oh, man."

He grinned, and then licked his lips free of the glaze flakes.

"I bought a dozen," he teased.

Pushing up onto my elbows, I lifted my legs until my knees were underneath me and pushed up to kneeling.

My hands were planted on either side of my thighs, and I was watching as he shoved the last bite of donut into his mouth.

Before he could lick his fingers, I brought them over to my mouth and sucked.

"Yum," I said as I licked the next finger.

His eyes flared. "You are such a freakin' tease."

I winked and stood from the bed. "Don't tease me with my favorite things in the world next time then."

"That was the only way I was getting you out of the bed earlier than eleven o'clock." He laughed as he followed me out to my kitchen.

I sat down at the table and opened the box.

There were eleven left, and I chose the one in the very middle.

The donut was still warm, and I nearly moaned as I brought the delicacy to my mouth and sank my teeth into it.

Flavor burst across my taste buds, and my eyes closed unconsciously.

"Seriously, you've been practicing that, haven't you?" Cleo accused.

I opened my eyes and winked at him. "You've only got to bring these with you every time you come, and I'll do the same for you."

"Deal," he said immediately.

I giggled and finished my donut in two bites.

"So what do you want to do now that you have me up so early?" I asked.

"Skeet," he said quickly.

I blinked at him. "What is skeet? And what does doing skeet entail?"

He rolled his eyes and stood, rolling up to the b.a.l.l.s of his feet as he lifted his hands high above his head.

My eyes glazed over, and not because of the glazed donut in his hand, but because of the sheer power of him.

It was truly amazing to me how in shape he was.

"I'd kill for your body," I sighed as I stuffed the remaining bite of my second donut into my mouth and swallowed it down.

Standing up, I walked to my fridge and reached for the milk, pouring myself a gla.s.s and downing it as I watched him scratch his abs absently.

"Why would you want my body? Your body is f.u.c.kin' perfect," he said as he eyed my legs.

I followed his gaze down to see my extra-large thighs and the pant-less state of my legs.

"Did you know there are two types of women in this world?" I asked as I kept staring at my thighs.

I needed to shave.

And squat.

Also, possibly get some lipo.

"No," he said. "What two types are there?"

I could tell he didn't really want to know.

He could smell the trap.

"Yeah," I said as I lifted my shirt so he could see my thighs. "There are the types that stand with their feet together, and their thighs don't touch. Then there are the other women. The ones where they stand with their feet together and their thighs do touch."

I looked up once I'd said that, and I could see the hesitancy to say yes or no in his eyes.

"So you're saying this because?" He worried.

I smiled slightly at him. "I'm that type of girl who's always going to have her thighs touching. I don't have any willpower when it comes to donuts. I don't have willpower against carbonated beverages. And I certainly like bread too much. I like sitting on the couch watching re-runs of Dancing With The Stars and NCIS. I like sleeping in on my days off. I just wanted you to know what you were getting into. Ya' know, just in case you need to get out now while you can. So I don't invest myself in this and you leave like you did last time. I can't do it again. If you're planning on leaving, I need you to leave now before I become too involved. Before I start to care too much."

He blinked at that.

I'd surprised him in being so forward.

h.e.l.l, I'd surprised myself.

However, that'd been brewing in my brain for a while now, and I needed him to know what was in my heart.

I needed him to know that if he took this any further, that I'd become attached. Become his.

I didn't want him to rip my heart out for a second time.

I hadn't realized just how much I'd missed him until he'd come back.

His hand snaked out and he brought it up until it was resting against the softness of my hip.

"I don't know where this is going to lead," he said as he licked his lips. "I'm not a mind reader. I'm not a psychic. What I do know, though, is that I want you. You kept me alive when I needed you the most. I may not have had you there in body, but you were in my soul. You're mine, and I'm yours. Let's just leave it at that. No labels. I'd never hurt you on purpose. I swear."

Those last two words were said against my lips.

A soft, sweet brush of his mouth against my own.

Inadvertently, I let the tip of my tongue snake out to wet my lips, and unintentionally got both his and mine, causing him to groan.

The next few seconds were kind of a blur.

One moment I was standing up against the counter, and the next I was without panties, with my a.s.s sitting on top of the freezing cold cabinets.

He dropped down to one knee, letting the tip of his tongue run a hot, wet line up the center of my core.

His stiffened tongue drew circles around the tip of my c.l.i.t, not actually touching it, only giving me a taste of what it could be.

"Please," I exhaled as I looked down at his head.

I saw the corners of his mouth tip up and knew that I was in for one h.e.l.l of a ride.

The man was relentless.

Finding no purchase on his hair, I let my hand snake down the back of his head until I encountered his neck.

Pulling forward, I urged him closer.

He obliged by burying his mouth in my p.u.s.s.y.

His long tongue plunging into my p.u.s.s.y and the tip of his nose ground against my c.l.i.t as he thrust forward.

"Jesus," I gasped.

He grinned against my soaked channel before reaching his hand forward and plunging two fingers deep inside of me.

The unshaved portion of his face was a sweet burn against the inside of my thighs as I clenched tightly around his fingers.

"Oh, sweet mother of pearl," I gasped when his tongue did something particularly talented with my c.l.i.t.

His chuckle against the inside of my thighs and had excitement coursing through me. "Please."

I didn't really know what I was saying 'please' to. For him to go faster? For him to stop?

He knew though.

Standing to his full height, he lowered the elastic band on his pants, revealing his engorged c.o.c.k to me.

My eyes zeroed in on his d.i.c.k as he lined it up with my entrance, and then slowly slid inside.

Home.

I finally felt like I was home.

My eyes closed to mere slits, and I started panting at the feeling of his hard, ridged c.o.c.k sinking into me b.a.l.l.s deep.