His eyes darken as he leans in for a hungry kiss. His hands knead my upper thighs as his tongue meets mine. I scramble into his lap but as I throw my leg over his, my foot hits his plate, sending his half-eaten omelet to the ground. If he notices the plate clattering to the floor below us and breaking, he doesn’t show it because he just keeps devouring my mouth. He grips me tighter, pinning my lap against him, and rocks his hips up to meet mine. “Fuck,” I mumble. Needing more pressure against my aching sex, I meet his thrust with my own. He peppers kisses against my jawline down to the nape of my neck.

“You are fucking perfection. And you’re mine.” He grabs a fistful of my hair and yanks it back to bare more of my neck to him. He nips the spot under my collar bone, delivering a delicious bite of pain, then soothes it away with the stroke of his tongue.

I reach up to pull the straps of my tank top off my shoulders, and Kai wastes no time grabbing my right breast and sucking my nipple into his mouth. He sucks and tugs at both of my nipples with slow, measured attention, switching back and forth between nipping at them to sucking hard and slow. His hand trails between our bodies to press against my clit with the heel of his hand. I whimper against his ear, and he pulls his mouth from my nipple to take my mouth in yet another hungry kiss. And when I fall over the edge, his tongue swallows the scream of his name.

“God damn, you always know how to start my morning off right.”

He picks me up with zero effort and carries me over to perch on top of the counter. “I gotta live up to my reputation, right? Serving up vitamin D.” He hands me my omelet and points down to the fork lying by my thumb on the edge of the plate. “Eat,” he commands.

I clench my thighs together to hide the burst of arousal between my legs at his gravelly voice. “Oh I see. Well, if you wanna be technical, and I do, I haven’t been served my D yet.”

“That’s because your clumsy ass knocked my food over. Did your foot black out and think my breakfast was a soccer ball?”

I bend my head down to hide my giggle. He grabs a broom and starts cleaning up my mess.

“For real, though. I’m so sorry. Do you want to split mine with me? I feel bad you didn’t get to finish.”

“Nah, don’t worry about it. I’m hungry for something else anyway.”

I look into his hooded eyes and shiver in anticipation.