The more he thought of Jocelyn, the more he worried this was nothing more than something to run hot, then turn to ash.
He was positive this was exactly what he’d said to her. Just sex. Something to mark off her bucket list.
She was coming to him the same as all the other women he’d been with.
But if it were up to him, he might not have approached her either. Wasn’t that something his grandmother gave him a hard time about? That he made the woman do all the work?
But he reached out to her and they had a great time together. Both times they’d been on a date.
Both times she saw him while he was working.
She tossed the covers back with him. “I’ll make you breakfast and save you that chore.”
“You don’t have to,” he said.
“Yep, I do. I’m positive if you walk out this door without me talking to you, I might have to hunt you down again. I’ll think this is even more one-sided. The least you can do is be man enough to tell me your thoughts.”
“Damn, you pull no punches.”
“I’ve learned not to when it comes to men. There is a spare toothbrush in the closet,” she said.
He laughed and grabbed his clothes that were on the chair in her room, went into the bathroom to piss and shower quickly. Not that he wanted to put on yesterday’s clothing, but it wasn’t the first time he’d done it.
Though he wanted to know more about why she’d made the comment about learning to pull no punches, he wasn’t sure she’d tell him.
When he got out of the shower, he smelled the coffee and made his way toward the kitchen.
“Don’t leave on me,” she said, shoving a coffee cup in his hand. “Watch for the toast. I need to brush my teeth.”
She left him standing there while she dashed away in nothing more than a T-shirt that barely covered her ass. No panties on under it either.
He’d removed them from her a few hours ago when he woke up to her body next to his. His dick had a mind of its own and she was more than willing to let him play, then they both landed back in dreamland.
He wished he didn’t have to work today and could sleep some more, but it wasn’t the first time he was running on fumes and it wouldn’t be the last.
The toast popped and he put butter on it while he shut the stove off and removed the pan from the heat.
The scrambled eggs were done by him.
“I stayed,” he said when she came back.
“I would have chased you down if you had left,” she said.
She was forcing a smile. It almost scared him.
But he laughed instead. “You’re frightening this way.”
“I’m old enough to get to the root of the matter with people. Take it or leave it. I went to the bar last night hoping the night would end this way.”
“It was obvious,” he said, sitting down with a plate that he’d filled with food.
“I’m not good at hiding things. Or maybe I don’t want to. I’m not asking you to give me any kind of commitment, long-term plan, or even a weekly schedule. Just want to know if this was all you wanted and were going on your way?”
“I hadn’t thought that,” he said. “Why would you ask?”
“Oh,” she said, sipping her coffee, then sitting next to him with her plate. “I don’t know. You insulted me and said I was just marking this off my bucket list. Do you really think I had your name down to find you decades later for sex?”
He laughed at her sarcasm. “I didn’t mean it that way.”
