Taking the coffees, I put them in my cup holders, and then place the food on the floor of my car. The last thing I need is to slam on my brakes and have the food fly all over the floor. How do I know this is possible? It’s happened before, more than once.
As I turn into her driveway, she must have been watching for me, or her camera signaled I had arrived. The garage door opens, and I park my car in my spot. My spot, I laugh at myself. Already claiming a parking spot. Why not? I claimed her as mine, so a parking spot seems appropriate.
Gathering up the coffees and food, I walk to the door and open it. “Sweetheart, I’m home,” I yell in a soft tone.
No response. I take everything upstairs to her, my feet padding on the hardwood floors down the hall to her bedroom. Walking in, I see her lying in bed with her red hair splayed over her pillow. She looks like a queen, all mine. I stroll in and say, “Good morning.”
“Good morning…you’re in a good mood.”
“Only because I’m able to see your gorgeous face this morning. I can’t stay too long, but I didn’t want to pass up the opportunity to bring you coffee and some food, since I woke you twice in less than a few hours.” I shrug and give her my best smile, hoping she’ll forgive me. With coffees in hand, I pass one over to her and a bag with her breakfast sandwich.
She sits up in bed, sips her coffee, and eyes the bags. “You brought me food, too?”
I lower myself onto the bed and lean over to kiss her sweet lips. “I figured you’d be starving.” I slowly bring the other bag to her—the one with the cinnamon rolls. “And a little sweet treat for later.”
“What is in here?” she says and gazes at me. Her piercing emerald green eyes send a jolt through my entire body. Consuming me from the inside out, I kiss her again.
“Cinnamon rolls. You’re the best!” she says, throwing her arms around my neck.
She’s the best, the best thing that’s ever happened to me. It’s way too soon to even utter those words out loud. So they stay in my heart until the time is right. This week at the office will be brutal. I hope she’ll be as understanding as she was yesterday. It feels good to have someone support me rather than tear me down. I’ve worked hard to be one of the best defense attorneys.
Interrupting my thoughts, she says, “You know you didn’t have to leave the office to do this, right?”
“I know I didn't have to, but I sure wanted to. I wanted to see you even if it was for thirty minutes because that’s probably all I have today.” I kiss her neck as she chews her bite of cinnamon roll and moans. Her and that fucking moan when she eats.
She has a hold on my heart, and I can’t escape it, not that I want to. Watching her sip her coffee, I’m mesmerized by her reaction to this simple act. My chest expands. Then she scooches her butt back further, and the blanket falls off her legs as she crosses them. She’s wearing a T-shirt and nothing else. Oh hell, all I see is red lace flashing at me. If she realizes it, she’s not doing a damn thing about it.
Willing my dick to stand down, this is not the time. Focus on her face, focus on her face. What is she saying?
“Well, it makes me feel special that you would do this for me, so thank you.”
“Anything for you, sweetheart. What’s on your agenda for today?”
“These past few weeks have been intense, and with this past weekend, I’m looking forward to catching up on laundry and grocery shopping. Very exciting life over here, I know. Then if I still have some energy this afternoon, I’ll hit the gym.”
“That sounds low-key for you. Anything I can do to help you?” I reach over and rub her arms.
“No, I’ll put in a grocery order and pick it up.”
“We’d have fun working out together, as long as you’re not an angry workout person.” She giggles and takes a sip of her coffee.
Maggie wouldn’t step foot in a gym and complained that I prioritized gym time over her. The more time I spend with Kendall, the more I see why Grams thought she was right for me.
We sip our coffee together and talk about our gym routines. I want to soak up everything she tells me, given the little time we have left today.
She finishes her coffee and places it on the nightstand, and asks me, “Do you mind dropping me off at my car when you head back to the office? I left it at Faith’s last night. I was too tired to drive, so Joel drove me home.”
I take a quick look at my watch and realize it’s been an hour already. “Yes, but we need to leave in five minutes so I can get back to the office. I’m surprised my phone isn’t ringing off the hook with my brother nagging me to get back.”
The laugh that comes out of her makes me want to hear it again. Gazing at her and all her morning glory, I want to spend all of my free time with her, even doing all the mundane things in life.
“Okay, let me get dressed, and then I’ll be ready.”
She slides off the bed and stands up. That t-shirt is not covering her ass, and those red underwear aren’t your regular lacy underwear; no, it’s a g-string. Fuck me! I rub the back of my neck. This is harder than I thought. I can’t help myself. I jump off the bed and wrap my arms around her waist as her back leans against my chest. Tucking my head in the crook of her neck, I whisper in her ear, “You’re fucking killing me with this outfit you have going on.” I suck her neck, and she leans to the side so I have better access.
My cock is like steel. There’s no more willing it down. It has a mind of its own, and it’s poking into her back. Ever so slightly, I feel her pushing her ass back into me.
I stick my nose in her hair and say, “I love the smell of your shampoo. Never change it.”
