Or talked.
About real stuff. Not beaches, or clubs, or money. But about family and life. She told me a few more of the stories my gran had shared with her. I’d talked about growing up in Colorado. How I’d missed it.
I’d even talked a little about my travesty of a marriage.
I never talked that shit with anybody.
I also had a new appreciation for strawberry ice cream. She smelled like strawberries this morning. Strawberries and sex.
She moaned and pressed her sweet little ass into me. Holy, shit, I could go again.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Holly
Iwoke upalone to the smell of coffee, smiling before I even opened my eyes. My dress had white sticky stuff on the skirt so I slid on my panties and then borrowed Hunter’s shirt.
I would pretend to myself that the sticky stuff was ice cream.
Unsure of how long I’d be staying, I scooped up my dress and carried it into the living room, bracing myself a little. Maybe he’d just call me an Uber again.
Hunter had showered already and was fully dressed. Black hair slicked back, eyes twinkling. The man looked as though he’d slept eight hours. He hadn’t shaved yet though. Remembering the texture of his scruff against my skin had me flushing from head to toe.
I tried brushing my fingers through my hair a little. I’m sure I didn’t look nearly as perky.
It didn’t matter though. This man pressed a hot cup of coffee into my hands, and his hard, chiseled body against my back. His lips grazed my neck and I suddenly didn’t care what I looked like.
Cause he made me feel sexy as hell.
I thought this might be awkward, the morning after thing. But just the opposite. It felt like we’d done it a million times before. I turned in his arm and enjoyed the new day.
When we finally came up for air, I tipped my head back and tried to read his eyes.
“Sleepy this morning?” His gruff voice teased my senses.
“A little,” I confessed. “I might just go home and nap all day.” I’d have a rude awakening tomorrow. “Cause tomorrow I’ll have to face Star”. I grimaced. We’d talked about this a little last night. I told him it was probably the best thing that could have happened to me. I never would have quit. This way I was free.
Except for the ten-thousand-dollar thing…
“You can crash here if you want,” he offered. As much as I’d like to lounge around in his apartment all day, I wasn’t ready for that. We both needed to step away and regroup. Last night was amazing, and fun, and… just so fricking incredible. But it had been intense. I needed some time to myself. He probably did too, just wanted to be nice.
I liked that about him. Him being nice.
I also knew he spent Sundays with his family. I shook my head but kissed him again. “Too much to do. Thank you, though.” I reluctantly slid my hands from around his neck and picked up my coffee. He’d made it exactly like I had just a few nights ago.
I glanced at my dress and frowned. My mom was gonna give me hell when I walked in today. I couldn’t wait to get set up in my own place. I’d put down a deposit yesterday on a small studio farther south but it wouldn’t be available until the end of the month. I’d use my savings to move in. I didn’t think I’d have too much trouble finding a serving job.
And then I might take a look at my unfinished thesis. For the first time in ages, I felt like moving forward.
Hunter sat beside me, one hand on my leg. I leaned into him.
“What are you doing Tuesday?” My heart flipped. It was too soon to talk about whatever this was. We’d just met. Only, I felt like I’d fallen half in love with him already.
Knowing he wanted to see me again so soon came as something of a relief. I wouldn’t have to play the waiting game. Wondering whether or not he’d call.
“Hm… I have to find a new job, but other than that not much. What do you have in mind?”
His hand rubbed my thigh now. “Hiking? And then dinner?”
