Kissed Blind (Hot Pursuit #2)(2)

“Oliver Pierce Nearly Killed in Car Accident” flashed along the bottom of the screen while images of a crumpled, silver Mercedes were shown.

“What’s got your attention?” Gabe walked behind me and crunched into his miniscule breakfast.

“Oliver Pierce was in a car accident last night on Fort Washington Way.” I leaned in closer to the screen, slightly annoyed I couldn’t hear the complete story over Gabe’s chewing.

“I don’t get your obsession with that guy. It’s just because he was naked in most of his last movie.”

It was erotic and controversial and took my love for him to a whole new level.

“You’ve seen him, right? And don’t pretend like you don’t like his blow-‘em-up-movies. You know you have a secret bromance with him like every other guy. I heard he’s supposed to be the next James Bond.”

“But he’s not British. Isn’t that a prerequisite for being ‘Bond, James Bond?’”

I snickered at his imitation. “If anyone can speak in a convincing British accent, it’s him.” Buttery toast with an underlying scent of something fruity was placed in front of my mouth. I blindly bit.

He grunted. “He’s supposed to start filming his next movie in town soon, isn’t he?”

“Yeah, or he was. I hope he’s all right. The world just won’t be the same,” I said, covering my mouth while I chewed. An unexpected flavor explosion erupted similar to a cranberry but a thousand times better. “Oh my God, what’s on that?”

“My mom got me a jar of lingonberry preserves from her and dad’s Alaskan cruise. Good, huh?”

“That’s ah-mazing.” It was the perfect balance of sweet and tart combined with silky, creamy butter.

“So, was he killed?” He leaned over my shoulder to read the screen, and then the newscaster said he’d sustained only minor injuries. “Ah, apparently not.”

I glanced at Gabe over my shoulder. “It’s incredible considering how his car looked. It’s totaled.”

“He’s a lucky guy. Looks like he’ll ‘live to die another day.’” He chuckled to himself and leaned forward to kiss a crumb from the corner of my mouth.

“There’s something wrong with you,” I said through a laugh.

“I know. I’m crazy over you.”

“Please, just stop. You’re digging yourself in deeper.” I shook my head.

His eyes grew openly amused. “You know you can’t just live on coffee. Want me to fix you something?”

“No, I’ll grab a bite after I exercise.”

“All right. Suit yourself, but I make a mean slice of jellied toast.”

“You’re the next Iron Chef, I can’t argue, but no thank you.”

He rubbed my shoulder before going back in the kitchen. He sat at the table with his coffee while I continued watching the news for another glimpse of Oliver Pierce. They briefly mentioned where the filming of his movie was to take place and moved on to the next story, nothing more about the accident, not even a shot of him being loaded into an ambulance.

Damn.

Gabe’s phone vibrated in his hand. Working alongside his father at Montgomery Mergers and Acquisitions always kept him busy, but lately he was swamped. His phone started ringing around six every morning and didn’t stop, ever. He glanced over at me while silencing it.

“Take the call. It’s fine.”

“I can call them back.”

“I have to work out anyway. Don’t hold off because of me.” I peeled my body off the couch, stopping by to give him a quick kiss before hitting the gym downstairs.

I started my interval training routine, and when I finished kicking my butt, I hit the shower. I had about an hour before I was expected at the office. Two generously-sized shower heads rained over me, and four recessed sprayers shot around me, beating the tightness from my strained muscles. I loved Gabe, but I’d be lying if I didn’t admit I partly stayed at his house just to use his shower. It even had a heated bench, so I could shave my legs sitting down. Seriously, it was a dream.

I shut the water off and opened the glass door. When my foot hit the bathmat, Gabe walked in holding my phone. “Hey, what’re you—” I reached for a towel but froze when our eyes met. His innocent expression quickly faded, and his eyes trailed over my dripping flesh. “Uh-uh, don’t look at me like that. I’m still recovering from last night. I need to get ready for work, and you’re already late.” I crossed my arms over my breasts and covered his favored point of interest.

“Hmm… I don’t care. I’m thirsty.” He walked toward me, his eyes leaving my chest and moving lower.

My belly warmed, and I dropped my hands. “Then you should drink something.”

He laid my phone on the sink and stood before me, beautifully poised, possessing me more and more with every breath I took. Nothing compared to when he looked at me like that. I was, without question, his.

His fingers worked their way up my body, smearing the droplets covering my arms and puckering my skin. His jacket grazed my stomach.

“Your suit… I’m going to get you wet.”

His lids grew heavy with lust. “I don’t care.” He grasped my hips. “Turn around.”