As I slowly blinked my eyes open, the realization that I wasn’t alone settled in.
My arms were wrapped tightly around Rory, his body pressed up against mine. The lush ass I’d ridden hard last night rested against my morning wood, and damn. I couldn’t help but give a slight pump of my hips. Electricity crackled through my veins, even just that slight brush feeling so damn good.
I hadn’t woken up next to someone in so long, especially not someone who was wrapped up in my arms, and a bone-deep craving for more lobbed me straight in the chest.
I wanted this every morning. Him in my bed, plastered against me.
Rory was an addiction I didn’t want to give up, even though I had the concern that now we’d fucked he’d pull the plug on us. So I’d savor every second I could get with him. I ran my fingers through his soft, dark strands, mesmerized by the sensation, and he stirred in my arms. His lashes were the color of spilled ink, and like this, he looked soinnocent—a complete contrast to the wickedness he wielded on the daily.
And damn, the feel of his body pressed against mine lit me on fire. Last night in the shower, Rory had teased me by stroking himself, and I’d been so turned on I took over while making out with him. He’d ended up returning the favor, and I’d come again to my surprise. Everything with him felt plucked straight out of a dream, one I didn’t want to end.
I pressed a few kisses along his neck, luxuriating in the softness of his skin, the sharp scent of whatever cologne he wore. My first time with a man had been nothing short of unforgettable, but even more so because it had been with him.
From the moment I met Rory, he’d started to chip away at the deep loneliness that had dwelled in me, and I needed every interaction with him like I needed my next breath. This pull couldn’t be one-sided, could it? Fuck, of course I’d be falling head over heels for the first person who’d drawn my attention after coming out of the divorce. Maybe this was a bad plan, and I should spent more time playing the field, exploring what dating was like out there.
Except I didn’t want to.
I just wanted him.
I drank in the scent of him, the heat of him, the velvet of his skin against mine. My cock between his lush cheeks lit me up, but damn, if I kept on rutting against him like this, the temptation to fuck him would be far too strong. And I didn’t have condoms on hand—lack of foresight there, for sure. I’d be remedying that as soon as possible.
“Fuck,” I grumbled, pulling away from him. His breaths remained steady, and he didn’t budge as I shifted up and off the bed. Apparently, he was not a morning person. Affection suffused me like fairy lights in the afternoon light, and I stood there for far too long watching therise and fall of his chest, the way his arms sprawled out, how the sheets exposed plenty of his luscious, tanned skin.
I speared my fingers through my hair and slung on a pair of sweats. Damn, I was in so deep it was ridiculous. Bustling around my kitchen first thing in the morning came as second nature, and I padded around on the cool tile, setting the coffee to brewing first and foremost. He’d probably be hungry when he got up. We’d scarfed some of the chicken marsala before we’d crashed out for the night, but I couldn’t tamp down the impulse to take care of him.
I cracked open the door of the fridge. Guess this meant I really was bisexual. Elation fluttered through me with the realization that I had things left to uncover about myself, even at thirty-seven. Even my reaction to spanking him had been brand new, another discovery along the way.
And if he wanted to get spanked over my knees again, I’d be happy to deliver.
I snagged the eggs, some bacon, and then set to work at my stovetop. Soon, everything was sizzling there, the snap and crackle forming a melody with the steady percolation of the coffeemaker. My stomach rumbled at the scents, and I lost myself in the tasks, feeling more mellow than I had in years.
And I was aware of the cause.
Could I just keep him here in my bed? Strap him there and fuck him into the mattress day and night? But I wanted so much more from him too. I wanted more drinks at the bar together, more adventures. I wanted to take him to a baseball game to see if he loved or hated it. I wanted to hear about all his piercing stories from the shop.
Fuck…
I scrubbed my face hard. Yeah, so much for a lighthearted fling. I was getting attached.
Footsteps creaked, and I glanced back to see Rory appearing in the doorway. His hair was tousled from sleep, and a crooked grin lingered on his lips. He only wore a pair of boxer-briefs that clung tightly to his delectable ass and package, and damn, I wanted to peel them off him.
“Cooking for me again?” he asked, his eyes lighting up. “It’s almost like you want me to stay.”
“Could you be persuaded by coffee?” I asked, drawing a mug from the cabinet. I poured him a cup of the piping-hot liquid and then passed it over. “The creamer is in the fridge and sugar is next to the stove.”
“I’d do a hell of a lot for coffee,” Rory said, a flirty glint in his gaze. His hips swished as he sauntered over toward the fridge, and I was mesmerized. Goddamn, he was so pretty.
I turned the burners on the stove off, since the eggs and bacon were finished, and the toaster pinged just in time. Rory doctored up his coffee, the clink of his spoon on ceramic echoing through the kitchen. A comfort existed in the air here, one I’d sorely missed now that I was living on my own. I’d at least enjoyed the companionship of Susie through the years, and having Harper in our house had made it feel full. But once she’d moved out and then Susie and I made our divorce official…yeah. I still hadn’t adjusted to being alone, and I didn’t know if I ever would.
He clutched the mug of coffee, sipping at it while he leaned against my countertop. I savored the sight, the way the gentle sunlight poured down on him from the windows, how that sleepy look of his was sexy enough I wanted to pounce on him all over again.
The doorknob rattled, and I froze.
Who could be here at eight in the morning?
Only two people had a key: Harper and Susie.
I glanced to Rory, and his eyes widened. Panic flooded through me.
