Experience Me

Chapter 15

Waking the next morning to the faint smell of eggs, I roll out of bed and wrap the silk robe around my naked frame before pattering downstairs. Once my eyes adjust to the light, Silas comes into view as he fluently moves around my kitchen. I get a view of his fully tone chest. There wasn't an inch of skin out of place on his chiseled abs. The biceps that constantly struggle against his expensive suit jackets now in full view. There were muscles everywhere, not in a body builder sort of way, but in a way that showed off the care he put into his body. He was just so . . . male. The pants on his body sat low enough to give me a peek at the delicious v-line resting below his abdomen.

I am soon aware of my wanton state as my nipples solidify under the thin material. The ache rising between my legs is doing nothing to help. I knew he knew I was there, yet he refrained from looking up to acknowledge me. Seeming to consider how unreasonably dressed I am, I turn and head back upstairs.

"Good morning Ariah." Silas greets, halting my ascension. "Join me for breakfast?" There was a silkiness to his words that heightened my awareness of how turned on I was.

"I should change first."

"Don't bother. It's your house." I fold my arms across my taut nipples and saunter into the kitchen. The delicious smell of eggs and potatoes hits me with full force. Glancing at the clock, I realize it is still early. I have at least two hours before I have to be at work.

"Why are you up so early?" I ask as sit on a bar stool. Silas pivots and presents me with a plate of eggs, sautéed potatoes and toast alongside a steaming cup of coffee; however, my eyes are too busy drinking in his mouth-watering frame. I'm sure my light browns are dilated and clouded over signifying my "ready-to-fuck" face. He clears his throat and my eyes snap up to his. I smile shyly.

"I'm usually up for my workout. Since I couldn't go back to sleep, I decided to make breakfast. I hope you don't mind, I'll replace everything." He takes his seat across from me at the island and begin sipping his coffee. His eyes carefully drift over my silk-covered body mentally undressing me, I'm sure. Apart of me wants to feel modest, though the other part wants to throw the food to the side and have him take me right here on the island. My dirty thoughts causing a sultry grin to present itself on my face.

"If you keep looking at me like that, I might just comply to whatever erotic thoughts you're having." A heated blush rises to my cheeks and I grab my mug of coffee and raise it to my lips. I hum my satisfaction before returning my eyes to his.

"This is good. What's in it?" I ask as I finally taste his cooking and to my surprise it was delicious. I raised an eyebrow at him and he smirked knowingly.

"Almond milk, creamer and four spoons of sugar. I figured you liked it sweet." He winks at me and I could melt off my seat. I watch as he slowly guides the potatoes on his fork between his lips and into his mouth. It was like every move he made was sensual.

"How often do you cook?" I question as the deliciously cheesy eggs slide down my throat.

"Often, when I'm not busy of course. Though I haven't cooked much recently." Realization dawned heavily, sitting across from him, drinking coffee, and eating breakfast all seemed so domestic. It had my fight or flight instincts kicking in. Being around him was a constant battle between my passionate nature and logical mind. More often than not, I'm very indifferent to most things. However, when I do feel, I feel deeply.

"You're doing it again," he murmurs. Breaking my train of thoughts, I look up to find him studying me.

"Doing what?" I sip the flavorful coffee.

"Overthinking. Analyzing. Gearing up to run." His words were like a gut punch, speaking as if he knows me.

"I'm not doing anything." My stone wall is certainly building itself back up now. Silas was right; however, who likes to be called out? Nobody, exactly.