appreciatively. âWhat is that amazing smell?â He was amazing himself in a plain black T-shirt, khaki work pants and heavy workboots, which he toed off and left at the doormat. The T-shirt outlined all his chest muscles and he looked like a sexy, brawny construction worker.
âCoffee, French toast and Iâll make you an omeletif youâd like.â It was so cozy and domestic that she couldnât stop grinning.
âJulia, you are a wonder.â He caught her around the waist and kissed her. âGood morning, my darling.â
She felt herself blush. âGood morning, honey.â She hadnât used an endearment with anyone in years and it sounded stilted on her tongue, but he didnât notice and beamed at her.
âOh, the French toast!â She rescued it just in time to flip and he poured them both a cup of coffee. âHow did the island do with the storm?â
âEh, we didnât do too badly.â She thought it was cute how he referred to himself and the island as a pair. âSome branches down, a door blown off a garden shed, but I got the electricity going again.â
âIsnât that dangerous?â
He shrugged. âIâve done it many times. No big deal.â
Heâd think it was a big deal if he got shocked, but try telling him that now. She shook her head and pulled the French toast off, popping it into the oven to keep warm. âReady for an omelet?â
âAlways.â He grinned at her and raised his cup of coffee in a toast.
A couple minutes later, they were sitting at the center island eating breakfast together. Maple syrup wasnât a staple in Portuguese houses, so they used local honey and jam for the French toast instead. âI really like pineapple jam on this,â she told him, cutting a bite.
He grabbed her wrist and ate the bread off her fork. âI agree.â
She shook her head in amusement and cut another piece. âEat your own food. Didnât I make enough?â
âIt tastes better coming from you.â His big brown eyes melted her heart.
She sliced a bit of omelet and offered it to him. âDelicious,â he said, after chewing and swallowing. âHere.â He gave her some French toast with orange marmalade and honey. The tartness and sweetness mixed perfectly.
They fed each other the rest of breakfast. Julia dabbed at the corner of his mouth with her napkin. âYou have honey here.â
âSo do you.â
âI do?â She touched her mouth.
âPure honey. But not from the jar.â He moved her hand away and kissed her.
He cleared the dishes into the sink with a rattle and set her on the wood table. âAll throughout breakfast, Iâve been watching your breasts sway, your dark nipples hardening against the fabric when you fed me.â He slid his hand up her blouse and smiled when he found her bare breast. âNaughty Julia, where is your bra?â
She gestured helplessly at the tumbled blankets on the floor. âI couldnât find it.â
âIâm not complaining.â He unbuttoned her blouse and pushed it off her shoulders.
She automatically covered herself, not being used to daytime nudity. He made a chiding sound and pulled her arms away. âYouâre equally beautiful in the sun as the firelight.â He rested his cheek against her heart. His hair was warm and silky on her skin. Her arms came around him and she twined a black wave around her finger. He smelled of wind and water and his own unmistakable spicy scent.
âOh, Julia.â He turned his face and kissed her breast. âLet me please you.â
âYou already do,â she murmured. She felt him smile against her skin.
âA few years ago, I found several personal diaries of the previous Dukes of Santas Aguas. They discovered rather interesting ways to pass the time when they visited this island.â
âThey took up tennis?â she quipped.
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