“Okay,” he said, almost a promise that I didn’t have to move if I didn’t want to. His eyes searched my face as we stilled there, and an almost pain stretched behind them.
“Why didn’t I stay that morning?” he whispered.
“Because you’d have never made another flight,” I said. “I think another day, and we would have fallen harder for each other than we did this time.”
“You don’t know how happy it makes me when you say that,” he said.
“Say what?”
“That you love me.”
I leaned in and kissed him slowly, prompting him to groan into my mouth and push up onto his hands on either side of me. I bent my leg, bringing it around his waist as he settled atop me.
“Baby,” he said, moving his lips to my neck. “Unless you mean for this to be a little morning delight, I suggest not kissing me like that when we wake up,” he said before biting my throat.
I snickered under my breath, relishing the way he devoured me. “Note taken. Gavin cannot keep it in his pants in the mornings,” I said as if I were making a list.
“Not with you,” he said. He sat up then and reached on the ground for his shirt. I took a moment to admire his back muscles and the way they moved when he did. Those tiny freckles on his shoulders and back made me want to touch him again.
“Coffee should be brewing on the counter,” he said when he stood. “Do you want to shower?”
God, he was sexy in the slim-fit tee and navy boxer briefs that fit so snugly that they showed off his leg muscles and the outline of his slightly stiff cock.
I had never salivated over a dick before, but his... his could bring me to my knees at any given moment.
"Chloe?"
"Hm?" I blinked, realizing how hard I had been staring and chewing my lip just thinking about sucking his cock again.
A huff of amusement left him. "I asked if you wanted to shower," he said. "Or maybe you'd like to reintroduce your mouth to my dick."
Heat spread on my cheeks, and I seriously considered it. "Maybe after coffee," I said, forcing my eyes to his smirking face. “I think I need a few minutes to collect myself.”
He nodded. “Balcony sliding door is open. There’s always entertainment with the surfers down below.”
I slipped on a tank, my boy-short underwear, and a long-sleeved shirt that he threw me out of his closet. I told him my tits would stretch out his shirt, but he didn’t care.
A purple sky greeted me when I entered his living room.
Glass walls lined the exterior. Outside the living room was a balcony with a small, curved infinity pool, a lounger, and a small table with two chairs. A few plants, including what looked like a young olive tree, sat in the corners, one vine plant trailing down over the side of the wall, and a tower of vegetable plants sat in the sun.
“There are fresh cherry tomatoes out there if you want any,” Gavin said as he took two cups from the cupboard. “I have toast, avocados, and eggs.”
I smiled at him over my shoulder, hugging my arms around my chest. “Is that one of those hydroponic growers?” I asked about the plant tower.
“My biggest splurge last year,” he said.
I turned around in the room, taking in the feel of his apartment: both modern and rustic—the grey walls painted in a way that looked almost like streaked cement, the dark wood floor, black iron accents. Plants crawled from pots on a few of the thick wooden shelves, bookcases, and other places around the room. Decorative pillows sat on the dark couch, a white blanket lay across the back, and pictures dotted the wall between the halls. I smiled at every little detail.
“Your place is so homey,” I said.
Gavin shrugged as he took the bread out of the bag. “It’s my home,” he said simply.
“So modest,” I taunted him. “I don’t think I realized how much you liked plants.”
“Persephone is responsible for a few,” he said.
“And the olive tree?” I asked.
