His words cause goose bumps to arise on my flesh. This man has a way with words that makes me so hot, I can barely control myself.

I watch his firm ass as he reaches above him for two plates and sets them down on the silver marble counter. I can't help but want to be naked with him right now. He did say we were going to spend the rest of the day and night naked. Might as well start now.

I drop my towel and kick it away with my foot, hoping to get his attention. My nerves are running wild, but my body and mouth just can't stop. "Oh, trust me, I'm starving."

He gets ready to scoop food onto our plates, but stops and looks over at me, his eyes hungrily scanning my body. "Mmm . . . you're so damn sexy." He drops the spatula and walks over to me, placing my hands on his briefs. "From now on, you're going to be the one to undress me. My body is yours to do whatever you want with."

Holy crap! He was telling the truth. He's mine for the night and I'm taking every last ounce I can get from him. I want this man in every way, even if just for the night. Tomorrow, he's back to being free again, the both of us going back to normal. Dang, that feeling hurts.

I look into his eyes and slowly peel his briefs down his legs and he lifts his feet, stepping out of them, his hand firmly holding the back of my neck. "I hope your cooking is just as good as your . . . masterpiece." I bring my attention down to his manhood and smirk.

His eyes follow mine to his partial erection and it rises to full attention. Then he pulls me up so I'm standing straight, grabs my chin and looks me in the eye. "Trust me, nothing is as good as my c**k and tonight it's all yours. I'm not putting clothes on until you tell me to." His eyes land on my br**sts and he sucks in his bottom lip. "And you're not putting clothes back on until you leave here tomorrow."

He smirks and walks away, back over to the stove, leaving me standing on trembling legs. Taking a deep breath, I smile and take a seat in the closest chair and watch him in all his naked glory.

He fixes our plates, sets food down for Rayne and brings the plates over to the table. The sight in front of me makes my mouth water. Stuffed French toast with whipped cream and strawberries. He's f**king good. I swear I love this man. His body isn't the only thing to make my mouth water. He's always been good with his hands. Now, I can see that does mean everything he does with his hands.

"Holy crap, Kellan. This is amazing."

He walks over to the fridge and pulls out the orange juice, placing it on the table before he takes a seat. His eyes wander down to my bare crotch and a growl sounds deep inside his chest as he grips my chair and brings it to him. He turns it so I'm facing him, my legs almost over lapping his. Then, before I can blink he wraps an arm around my waist and pulls me into his lap so I'm straddling him. "I know. Now let’s eat so I can take you to bed. You’re going to need your energy."

He grips my hips before running his hands up my sides, looking me in the eye. Then he surprises me by reaching behind me and grabbing a strawberry covered in whipped cream. He holds it to my bottom lip and rubs it across it, smearing whipped cream on it while licking his own. "Looks so f**king good on you." He pulls me to him and sucks my bottom lip into his mouth, moaning as he cleans my mouth off with his tongue. "I don't know what tastes sweeter." He smiles. "You or the whipped cream."

I moan as his erection rubs against my clit and he pulls my hips closer against his body. Grabbing his hand, I take his index finger and pull it to my mouth. Sucking from the base to the tip, I moan at the juicy, sweet cream that was left from the strawberry. I suck it clean. “You had a little bit left. I guess you’re a little messy,” I say seductively.

He lifts an eyebrow, sticks his finger into the whipped cream and brushes it over my bottom lip. “Again,” he says huskily. I suck it into my mouth, swirling my tongue over it as I move my mouth up and down the length of his finger, showing him what I can do.

He moans and takes a slow deep breath with his eyes closed. Then he opens them, looks me in the eyes and cups my face. "Fucking, shit, we're never going to get through this meal if we keep this up. You have no idea how bad I want to be inside you right now. I want to f**k you while I feed you strawberries and then I want to watch you lick the cream from your lips as if it were my f**king cum."

He runs one hand down between our bodies, teasing my clit, before shoving a finger inside, getting it wet. Then he pulls it out and sucks my wetness from his finger, getting a taste. "Yeah, you're definitely sweeter than the whipped cream." He swallows hard and then reaches for more food. "I'll behave enough to make it through dinner, but I have a feeling, you'll be leaving sore tomorrow."

This should be a night to remember. Even if it kills me later, it will all be worth it. No regrets.

Chapter Nineteen

Kellan

I've been awake for the last hour and I have yet to take my eyes away from her naked body, wrapped up in my arms. For some unspoken reason, I feel very protective of her as she holds me tight. Her arm and leg is draped over me as if she never wants to let go . . . and to be honest, I don't think I want her to. I don't want to give her up to another man and leave, but what choice do I have? I don't know if I could ever leave her now, especially after last night. Just the thought of another man holding her this way will drive me to break a guy’s neck.

The night we spent together was special; unforgettable. It was nothing like I thought it would be when I first asked her to stay with me. I wanted to help her and offer her a place to sleep; a place where she could be comfortable. I saw that makeshift bed on the floor and something in me snapped. I hated the thought of her curled up on that hard floor, alone, without the comfort of someone to hold her and keep her warm. I would have offered to stay there and hold her, but that would have been f**king creepy, not to mention her mother and I have never gotten along. Us curled up on the floor with her drunken mother sleeping a few feet away would have just caused unnecessary problems. Call me greedy, but I just couldn't help myself. I want her for myself. Plus, I want more for her. She deserves the best.

I had thought about asking her to stay with me beforehand, but I wasn't sure I would actually go through with it. Not until I saw the look in her eyes at the shop. That look was enough to tear my walls down, to crumble them completely. I knew then and there that I couldn't stand to ever see her suffer. I planned on being sweet to her. Cooking her dinner, letting her relax in the hot tub and just being a good friend while I still can. She deserves it.