He was quick enough to catch her falling body, a sudden shock running through his body at her own sudden loss of consciousness.
He shook his head at her dramatics, like what they did was bad... it wasn't. At least to him it wasn't, he liked it very much, especially when she kissed him, and when her hips moved voluntarily on his. The thought of it made him hard....he couldn't afford to have a hard on while a passed out woman lay in his arms.
He needed to show her that he was serious about his pursuit for her heart... she had to know that he wanted her.
He dropped her back on his bed, noting how her bright red nipples still shun from inside his white shirt. He wanted to taste them again.
He let out a huff at his inability to show self control when it came to her.
He made his way to his bathroom, to shower and take care of his little... big problem. He needed to be in the right head space for when she woke up... he didn't want to pursue her away with his lust again.
He spent more time in the bathroom than he had anticipated, but he couldn't help it, each time he thought his little big friend was at rest he would remember the way her nipples looked with his spit on them, the way they glistened... and then he was back to taking care of himself.
By the time he had started breakfast she had still not woken up.
Normally he would have a maid cook for him, but he needed to wow her... make her want him, and everyone knew that the way to everyone's heart was through their stomach.
He usually ate little for breakfast but, when he had picked her up, he realised that his little rabbit was too light, weightless even, and he feared that she was not eating enough so instead of one dish he made as many as he could with the ingredients in his pantry.
She felt dizzy, she had woken up with a slight throb on her head, and everything seemed fuzzy, the only memory she had was of Tristan telling her that they shared a kiss....
She realised that, that wasn't her imagination because she still wore his shirt. Her mind began to work a way to get out of his house and away from him, but the smell of food slowly trickled into her nostrils and she found herself following it.
She stumbled upon him, he was cooking, facing the cooker, shirtless and she couldn't help admire the way his back muscles rippled.
Her face flushed when she remembered that she had felt his... his.... even the size of him amazed her.
Tearing her eyes away from his back they settled on the food on the counter... the counter was basically overflowing with food and she felt her mouth water, it looked delicious and she wanted nothing more than to devour it.
She was too busy ogling the food to notice the hungry man that approached her and by the time she did, he already had her in his hold.
As usual she glared at him, but then when he told her that he had cooked for her, her glare had melted and his smile grew. She liked when he smiled, it made him look younger.
As she makes a move to get to the food he holds her back.
"Can I get a kiss?" he begs unable to help himself, he wished to taste her again.
She looked at him in shock, he had said it so casually like it was normal.
" Why should I?" she questions looking at him like he grew another head. For as long as she had known him, he never asked for anything.
"Because I made you breakfast, that's a good thing and a good thing deserves a reward." he recites
"And your reward should be a kiss?" she questions squinting her eyes at him.
he nods his head saying; "It's only fair."
She had never wanted to hit someone as hard as she wanted to hit him