“What are you thinking?”
“That I am a mess right now. I’ve never had a dream that real before. Not like that,” he said, unable to stop himself.
“You aren’t a mess,” she said. “You’re human. You’re allowed to have cracks and to make mistakes.”
He wanted to smile at her but didn’t. Not now. But he’d always treasure this moment and recall it whenever he felt alone. He wanted to do something equally nice for her anddecided he didn’t have to run away after all. He could stay here for her until she left for work.
“So what are you going to show me how to cook?” he asked.
“I don’t know,” she said, getting to her feet.
She wore a nightshirt that said Kiss the Cook on it and fell to just above her knees. Her hair was tousled and her eyes still a little sleepy but she looked good. The last thing he wanted to do was go and get something to eat. He undid the fly of his jeans that he’d just fastened and pushed them down his legs.
“What are you doing?”
“Taking you back to bed where we both belong,” he replied, closing the gap between them and pushing her back onto the bed. He came down on top of her and her legs slid apart. His hips fitted nicely in the space there.
“We do seem to communicate better here than anywhere else,” she said. “But I think you need to do something to get your mind off the dream you had.”
“This is going to help. Believe me, making love to you doesn’t leave room for other thoughts.”
“Really? Why? Are you thinking about me?” she asked. She cupped his butt and arched her hips to rock.
“Like what?” she asked. “I’m thinking how right you feel between my legs. And how I like the feeling of your breath against my neck.”
“I enjoy that, too,” he said, reaching down to free his cock from his underwear and lift her nightshirt so that they were pressed, naked, together. It was easier for him this way.
“I also think about how pretty your breasts are under this shirt,” he said, leaning down to rub his cheek over her breast until the nipple hardened. He leaned up and then put his hot wet mouth on her nipple, sucking her through the fabric of her shirt. Then he slipped the tip of his cock inside of her body.
“I love the way you feel when I first enter you, Aly. When I’m not inside your body all I think about is when am I going to be able to make love to you again,” he said, entering her slowly, inch by inch.
She pushed up, trying to rush him but he kept himself still. He wanted to drive them both crazy and make this last as long as he could. She shifted underneath him and then reached between his legs to cup him.
He moaned. “Oh, baby, that feels so nice.”
“Good,” she said, continuing to tease him. Then she bit lightly at the side of his neck and pleasure spread through his body. He felt his resolve weakening. He slipped another inch inside her until he finally gave up on going slow and took her, his entire cock filling her.
She shuddered and tightened her legs around his waist, lifting her hips. She groaned his name and he thrust again and again until he felt his orgasm about to wash over him. He reached between their bodies and found her clit. He rubbed it as he pressed into her again and this time her body contracted around his cock. She gripped his shoulders, and screamed his name, holding nothing back. Her release was complete.
He pumped into her once more before coming inside her. Seated, he lay there with his head resting against her breast, letting his breathing slow. He tried to shift to his side but she still had her legs around his waist and her arms around his shoulders.
“Don’t go. Not yet,” she said.
He moved sideways so that their bodies remained connected. The room felt cool now that the sweat on his body had dried, and though he knew he shouldn’t stay, he ignored that voice. Instead, he pulled the comforter up from the end of the bed and tucked them both in it.
A part of him was more than ready to acknowledge thattruly he didn’t know how they might make a future together, but for tonight he was content to just hold her.
Chapter Nine
SATURDAYDAWNEDBRIGHT and clear. It had been four days since the night at the beach and Jay had fallen into the habit of spending most evenings at Alysse’s place. They’d taken his bike and gone for a long ride up the highway from San Clemente last night and while she hadn’t been able to truly forget their situation, she had to admit she’d enjoyed it.
This morning, though, she really hadn’t been able to think too much about Jay. The kitchen was busy with two additional bakers who were helping since she and Staci had an event.
Alysse and the part-timers finished loading the last of the cupcakes for the Dana Point anniversary party into the back of her van. She and Staci had hired the two college students for weekends primarily. Marissa and Courtney were both eager and followed orders well, and someday they hoped to have their own kitchens where they were in charge. Marissa had said as much to Alysse ten minutes ago when Alysse had made her redo the icing on one batch of the cupcakes.
Alysse had been hoping that with the bakery being extrabusy, she wouldn’t be alone with Staci given what she and Jay had started...which was what? “Seeing each other” didn’t sound right.
However, they had managed not only to see each other every day, but to spend their nights together, too. Still, there was no point to hiding; Alysse would be spending the next forty-five minutes alone in the delivery van with Staci.
