I sneak back in the front door and tiptoe into the bedroom, listening to him softly breathing. I’m inches from his face, watching him sleep, when he sighs.
“You smell delicious,” he mumbles before one of his eyes opens just enough for me to make out the sparkling grey, “but I’m betting you alsolookdelicious in my clothes.”
“So you noticed I snuck out? Shit, I was trying not to wake you. I brought breakfast!” I place the two coffees and paper bag of food on the nightstand, and as I go to stand, he grabs me around the waist and pulls me into the bed. He’s showering my neck with kisses, and I can’t stop giggling. I think this is my new favorite way to wake up.
Second favorite. When he woke me up with his head between my legs after I gave him permission to,thatwas my new favorite way to wake up.
He rolls me onto my side and kisses all over my shoulders. “God, you have a beautiful laugh. It’s like that perfect first ray of light that manages to break through a cloudy morning.”
“I think I sound like a hyena.”
“Well, I guess you’re one sexy hyena, and I’m happily tone deaf.”
I sit up, straddling his hard abs, and stare at him. I run my finger over his lips, and he kisses it. “You have the prettiest lips for a guy. Breakfast is getting cold.”
He pulls me down and attaches to my neck again. My hips grind against him with a mind of their own as he sucks on my pulse point lazily. His hands slide under my shirt as he lifts it over my head. He tosses it across the room before his mouth travels up my jaw and all over my face until we’re both laughing. “Wait, did you say breakfast? I was planning on having more of you.”
“You are bonkers. I ran out and got Eggslut,” I say, swatting his hand away from my boobs. “I figured we should probably eat before we start working again.”
“Ehwhat?” His brow raises as he looks up at me with sleepy eyes.
“Eggslut, oh my god, how do you not know them?” I climb off him and sit cross-legged while I pull out the food. “They’re super popular. I got bacon, egg, and cheese sandwiches with chipotle ketchup, truffle hash browns, orange juice. Oh, and a thing called the Slut that is to die for. It’s eggs and some kind of potato thing in a little jar.”
“Jesus, you’re perfect.” He leans over and kisses me twice, deepening the kiss slowly while his hand squeezes my thigh.
Leaning on his elbow, he holds the food to my lips and feeds me. After a piece of bacon, I stop his hand and turn it over, tracing the tattoo on this thumb. “What is that? It looks so damn familiar.”
“Lord of the Rings. I was obsessed with the books as a kid, and the movies too. I was absolutely sure I wanted to grow up to be a Ranger of Ithilien.”
I expect him to be looking at his tattoo, but he’s staring into my eyes.
“You know, when you stare at me like that, I’m pretty convinced you’re like that serial killer from Silence of the Lambs. Trying to get me to the right size before you slit my throat and wear my skin like a dress.” He starts laughing uncontrollably until I shove a hash brown in his mouth. “Oh, or maybe you want to eat me!” I scream and cover my face when I realize what I said, and he smacks his lips.
“Cherry Blossom, you have the mind of a true creative. A dash of paranoia and a heavy dollop of very dark humor. You caught me though, because I definitely plan to eat you right after breakfast.”
“After last night, you still want more?”
“Oh Angel, I do. As a matter of fact, I think this morning I’d like to have dessert before I finish breakfast.” He winks and throws the covers off as I try to grab for the food. He hooks his fingers into my sweatpants and starts yanking them down to my ankles as I go between laughter and trying to yell his name sternly.
His strong hands pulling my thighs apart and the cool air slips between my legs as he moves my panties to the side. “Shouldn’t have even bothered with these things, Angel.” There’s pressure, the snap of material, and I see my panties tossed across the room from the end of the bed.
“You owe me new—OHMYGOD!” His tongue and fingers dive deep inside of me without warning, and my back is arching high off the bed. I slap a hand over my mouth when I realized how loud that came out. I’m right back where I was last night. Floating in a galaxy of bliss. He reaches up and pulls my hands away from my face.
“I wanna hear you call me god while I worship you.” He stops, his hot breath sending sparks up my spine. He raises his head from between my legs again, adding, “Besides, I think I like your hands in my hair way more than over that pretty mouth of yours.”
His mouth destroys me not once but three times before his kisses and soft touches pull me back together again. He calls me angel, beautiful, and sweetheart, and for the first time in my life I’m not immediately turned off by the words because they sound real. I say, scream, and moan his name so much that I’m sure the entire neighborhood knows it by now.
When he’s had his fill of me, he curls back into the mattress and pulls my naked body to his bare chest. We share more gentle kisses and sweet words as we lay there. His arms are warm and safe. I don’t worry about work, my mother, or what anyone thinks of me. Not a single intrusive thought can penetrate the barrier he builds around me as he feeds me breakfast and whispers poetry in my ear.
Until the knock on the door.
“Nooo, but I’m so comfy!”
“I take it you’re not expecting company?” I shake my head, and he moves me over before he slips out of the bed. “If it’s okay with you, I’d like to answer. I figure I’m about due for another round with your mother.”
“That’s a terrible idea, and she doesn’t knock that lightly. It’s probably a neighbor here to complain about the noise. ”
“Even better reason for me to answer instead of you. Especially since you’re still naked.” I giggle, realizing he’s right as he pulls his pants on and heads out of the room. I jump up and start gathering some clothes, listening in case I’m needed. I’ve got Jamie’s shirt half on and freeze when the slight southern drawl hits my ears.
