Connor (The Kendall Family Series Book 2) by Randi Everheart Read Free Book Online Page B

ham. Fresh bacon, sausage, and two muffins were almost ready. Two tall glasses of orange juice sat on the kitchen table that matched the maple cabinets around him. He’d already set it for two, a freshly cut rose from the bush out back in the center of the table. He’d been too busy trying to make their morning great to notice his disheveled hair and unshaven state, golden stubble forming a perfect beard. The result was that he was the lone item of imperfection in the carefully crafted morning he stood preparing.
    He’d woken to find she’d rolled off him to lie beside him, looking heavenly in the morning sun, bright, fiery hair around her porcelain face like a halo of sexiness, one strand trailing across a cheek. He’d gazed silently, listening to her breathe, watching her breasts rise and fall under the shirt. His shirt. It had been far too long since he’d woken beside a woman, and never one like this. Before quietly slipping out, he’d kissed her forehead, eliciting a sleepy murmur.
    He kept thinking of her now while he worked at the stove, threatening to ruin the eggs with inattention. In the back of his mind, the very real threat of Seth intruded. He’d decided earlier to only think about beating the man to death when Sophia wasn’t looking, after the way he’d slightly freaked her out this morning. This wasn’t happening to him, he’d reminded himself, but to her. Even so, they were now in this together and Seth had a very big, very real problem in Connor, plus his family. Sophia was in good hands and he vowed to make sure she both knew it and felt it. In theory, she was leaving this morning, but he intended to talk her out of that for several reasons.
    While he stood distracted, Sophia approached the room silently, wanting to get a good look at him with his guard down, part of her wondering if the night before had been some sort of dream, that none of it had happened, that Connor didn’t really exist. She peeked around the door jamb. Though his back was turned, she still saw the day-old beard that made her want to caress his cheek. The golden hair on his arms and legs caught the morning sun. The blue gym shorts hugged his firm ass. A tight, white T-shirt made his back seem more muscled than when he’d been shirtless; it brought out every curve. The broad shoulders were perfect for throwing his conquest over and carrying her back to his bed to ravage.
    “Good morning, golden boy,” Sophia said, still peering around the corner as if playfully hiding. He turned and smiled into her eyes with such energy that a jolt shot through her.
    “Hi, Red,” he said, meaning her damp hair. A few people had called her that before but she’d never liked it nearly so much as now. “Hungry?”
    “Ravenous,” she murmured, eyeing him.
    He smiled. “Good. You’ll need to keep up your strength.”
    “For what? Have plans for me?” She bit her lip even though he’d commented on how often she did that. Anything to stop herself from jumping in his arms and making a fool of herself.
    “That’s for me to know and you to find out,” he answered, eyeing her lips.
    Coming over to him, she lifted a sausage from a plate and bit into it. “Can’t wait.” She helped bring the plates to the table, where they sat down across from each other.
    “You’re quite the host, Mr. Kendall,” she said, eyeing the best breakfast she’d been served in years. The only improvement he might’ve made was to strip naked and splay himself out on the table for her, his manhood and sac right there for the feasting. Her blush deepened when she slipped his sausage into her mouth, playfully closing her lips around it while he watched.
    There was something she had to know. “So you had some pads, tampons, and other stuff laid out for me, which was very thoughtful, by the way. I have to ask how you happen to have them? Is there something you’re not telling me about your, um, health?” The possibility that they belonged to a past