He removed his hand, took his phone from his pocket and made a call.

“Savage, listen, buddy, where are you?”

I listened as he instructed his partner to find my purse and deliver it to his place on his way home.

“Guess you’re staying at my place again tonight,” he said with a cocky grin. “You may as well move in, you know.”

His words knocked the wind right out of me. For a commitment-phobe, Harrison was saying things I never thought I’d hear coming from his mouth. Yet, I was the one who’d not be up for it. After kicking Nolan out, I’d made up my mind that I wasn’t moving in with a guy ever again until I had a ring on my finger. That would never happen with Harrison, so the chances of me ever moving to his place were as good as zero.

Chapter 18 – Eva

Sundays were my favorite day of the week. Don’t get me wrong—I loved my job and wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world. But Sundays had a special kind of magic to them. Especially those mornings when I woke up with sunlight streaming through the window, and Harrison’s warm body was spooning into my back, his leg draped over mine, and his breath on my neck.

But this wasn’t such a Sunday morning. A storm from hell raged outside, bashing tree branches against the window as the wind howled. Shivering, I pulled the covers up to my chin and sighed. No Harrison to cuddle into either.

For a few seconds, disappointment washed over me that he’d left the bed. I was still thinking about it when the delicious aroma of bacon snaked its way to my consciousness and I took another deep sniff. My stomach growled and I remembered that I hadn’t had a decent dinner the night before.

“Good morning, sunshine.” Harrison stood in the doorway of his bedroom, his hair ruffled from where my fingers had been the night before. I smiled, remembering how I’d yanked the smooth strands every time his head had disappeared between my thighs. I’d never had a lover who could eat me out like Harrison, and sometimes the sensations were just so intense that my hands did the communicating for me.

I laughed—a genuine laugh from the belly. “Good morning, handsome.”

Wearing nothing but a chef’s hat and slippers, Harrison folded his arms across his bare muscled chest and waved his cock at me. He looked fucking ridiculous, yet so achingly adorable at the same time.

“Ready for breakfast?” He beamed.

“Um, anything else other than your sausage on the menu?” I said, eyeing his erection while I held onto my side as fits of laughter shook my body. “I thought I smelled bacon?”

He fisted his cock and gave it a few tugs. My eyes widened as my mouth watered. It turned me on like nothing else watching a man play with his tool in such a confident way.

“This handsome specimen is dessert, baby. ’Cause I know you can’t get enough of my cock. But first, I have pancakes with crispy bacon and runny eggs and maple syrup, and freshly brewed coffee. How does that sound?”

“Really? You made all of that?”

“Sure. It’s Jade’s favorite breakfast. I used to make it for her on Sundays . . . especially on stormy days. She hates storms, you know, and there’s nothing like the smell of bacon to take your mind off the miserable weather.”

The way his eyes softened when he spoke about his sister made my heart melt. In those rare moments that Harrison gave me glimpses of his inner self, his gentle side that he fought so hard to hide from everyone, I couldn’t help but let him crawl just that little deeper under my skin.

“Well, that makes two of us. Since I was a kid I’ve always been unnerved by storms.” Lightning cracked just outside the window. I jumped, my whole body tensing up. “Nobody ever made me pancakes and bacon to get me through the storms though.”

He pushed his large frame off the doorjamb he was leaning against and crossed the room with a few long strides. “Wait till you taste mine. You’ll forget everything else when you sink your teeth into my fluffy pancakes.” He sat on the edge of the bed, took both my hands in his and rubbed my palms with his thumbs.

“You crack me up. You look so—”

He pulled a Zoolander expression. “—Ridiculously good-looking?”

“Yeah. The chef’s hat makes you look like a master chef and the slippers are adorable.” Just like that, and I was laughing again.

“It’s fucking cold when you slip out of a warm bed. Especially after being snuggled into a hot and curvy naked body.”

“So why aren’t you wearing clothes?”

“What, and deprive you of the amazing sight of my sausage?”

Laying my hand on his chest, I caressed over the taut skin. “You’re amazing, you know that?”

I loved this playful side of Harrison. Not many men had the confidence to pull off being silly and sexy at the same time.

“It’s you that brings it out in me, Eva.” He leaned forward and kissed me. It was sweet and tender, but with just enough passion to show me that he meant what he said.

“Now if you’ll excuse me, I better go get those pancakes before they go rubbery and make a liar out of me.” He pulled the bed covers up to my chin, kissed my forehead and marched out of the room, leaving me with a perfect view of his ass, a smile and a warm, fuzzy feeling in my heart.

Careful, Eva. This Harrison could catch you off guard and sneak into your heart so, so easily.

I scarfed down the pancakes, which were drizzled in maple syrup. The contrast between the sweet and the saltiness of them and the bacon was the perfect taste combination.

“Oh my God, that was the best breakfast I’ve ever had.” I rubbed my tummy as I held my mug out for a refill of coffee.

“Yeah? You sure of that?”

I knew where he was going with this.

“Of course I haven’t had dessert yet, but to be perfectly honest I think I over-ate and I’m a little bit too full now,” I teased. I wished I could burp on demand as most men were able to do, but all I could manage was a small one while I patted my stomach and handed him my empty plate. “Your fault for feeding me so well.”

Harrison’s face was priceless. “Well guess what, baby? I saved a space for your sweet pussy. Come here.”

He grabbed hold of the bottle of syrup, ripped the hat from his head and dove under the covers at the foot end of the bed, his head bopping up between my legs.

“Argggh, you are a naughty, naughty boy,” I said, only half joking as his wet mouth covered my mound.

I heard muffled sounds and lifted the covers to inspect what he was getting up to. Harrison was drizzling the sticky golden liquid all over my pussy and stomach. He threw the covers off and moved up, pouring the dripping syrup reverently over my breasts, as if he were an artist.

“This is what I call breakfast. Just the right amount of sweet and salty,” he murmured in a husky voice. God it was hot watching him lick it off me. I forgot all about the raging storm outside as I moaned, gripping the sheets as he sucked and licked and kissed his way over my body until he reached my lips.

I licked the syrup off his chin and tasted the sweetness on his tongue.

“Hmmm,” I hummed into his mouth.

“You’re good enough to eat, baby, and I can’t get enough.”

“My turn,” I said as I rolled him over. “I’ve gotta find out what sausage and syrup taste like.”

His eyes gleamed as I took the bottle from him and poured a copious amount over his cock, watching it drip down like an ice cream sundae.

“Fuck, woman, get your mouth on me.”

Harrison gripped my hair and held it to one side as I went in for a taste of dessert. I rimmed the head with my lips, causing heavy groaning to rumble from his chest. I licked and nipped and sucked, teasing him, swallowing the sweet liquid suggestively and smacking my lips. His grip tightened on my hair, pushing me down as he raised his hips, fucking my mouth with his delicious cock.