”Like what?”

Leaving it left to her imagination would be wondrously torturous on its own. ”You want coffee?”

”Lauren,” she cautioned. ”Like what?”

I patted my face and chest dry and then walked straight out toward the kitchen. ”Guess you’ll have to wait until later to find out.” I smirked back over my shoulder and snickered at her mumbled curses as she padded along behind me. Two could play at this game.

The next few minutes were filled with silence as I fiddled with her Starbucks sized espresso, machiatto, anything ever related to coffee, maker. Bo placed bagels in the toaster, every so often risking a quick sideways glance my way. She was waiting for me to give in, press her against the counter and show her in complete detail what I meant, but she’d be waiting all day. As brutal as it would be on me to keep my hands to myself, I was certain it would drive her mad and that would be my payback for this morning’s tease.

When I caught her glance again I smiled, but the unabashed way her eyes raked down my body brought back the ache I had struggled so hard to repress. I forced my eyes away, focusing instead on the ocean that lie beyond the expansive wall of glass. The gorgeous view of the beach fifty yards out was a needed distraction from the breathtaking woman I loved, who stood naked as she made breakfast just three feet away. I gripped my coffee cup tight, willing the damn fancy Jura ”Rolex of coffee makers” to brew two simple cups of black java a lot faster.

Bo leaned over my shoulder, her supple breasts lightly grazing the bare skin of my back as she spoke softly, ”You need help with that?”

I knew what she was doing. My eyes fell shut as I forced down my desires and shook my head. ”Nope,” I answered without looking back. ”All good. Coffee will be up in a moment.” Or so I hoped. What was taking so damn long?

A disappointed sigh graced my ears as she pulled away and returned to the toaster. This would be hard, so hard and I wondered if it was all worth it, but I couldn’t give in that easily. Not after she took me from slumber to full on horny before leaving me hanging. I released the mug from my death grip and sauntered to the fridge, brushing Bo’s shoulder lightly with my own. The rush of cold air from the open door was a refreshing reprieve from the heat between us. I grabbed the milk and turned to face her fully, bringing that familiar bite of the lip as she smiled.