Jess woke up alone in the big bed. She looked over at the en suite, the door was open, the light off. She flipped on to her back and stretched for a minute before flopping back down with a lusty sigh. She closed her eyes and smiled. Other than the little scene in the washroom the previous night had been amazing. It had left her with several fabulous memories that she could hang on to for a very long time.
She sat up, spotted Eric's robe on the bench, and scooted down to the end of the bed to grab it. She tied the belt as she walked to the washroom. The sleeves fell several inches past her fingertips but they were still rolled up from the last time she'd worn it, which had been the previous morning.
After washing her face she grabbed the toothbrush that Eric had put there for her the week after he'd carried her into the library. She smiled around the brush as her gaze fell on the bottles in the shower.
Eric had spent the night in her little rental house two weeks after they'd met. A week later she'd discovered a bottle of the same kind of shampoo that she used in his shower. When she asked him about it he just smiled and said he liked the way it smelled. She retaliated by buying a bottle of body wash that he used and put it in a prominent spot along her tub. She didn't get the reaction she was expecting though. When he walked out of the washroom with a towel wrapped around his hips he sought her out in the kitchen, where she was putting coffee on to brew, kissed her soundly, and then wandered back to her room to get dressed. She stood there dumbfounded for several seconds before following him.
"That didn't creep you out?" she asked.
"Why would I be creeped out?" He gave her a sweet smile while zipping up his jeans. "Were you creeped out by the shampoo?"
"You have to admit it's a little—"
"Thoughtful?" The cheeky smile he gave her, and her body's response to that smile, ended the discussion before she could formulate a better argument to throw at him. It may have been the lingering effects of a toe curling orgasm that made her decide, in the end, that he was right. It was very thoughtful of him.
After she'd finished in the washroom she headed for the stairs. The heavenly aroma of cinnamon and coffee hit her as she reached the midway point of her journey. She paused in the doorway and took a deep breath.
Eric was at the stove, dutifully preparing french toast, in just a pair of deep blue pajama bottoms. She smiled as she watched him expertly flip golden slices of bread then turn away to slice up strawberries while the second sides finished cooking. He was humming softly while he moved. She stifled a laugh when his hum went off tune slightly.
Her eyes closed for a moment and she pictured him where he was but with one minor change. In her mind she saw a little dark haired boy, around the same age as Emily, sitting on the counter next to Eric's elbow. Between flipping slices of bread Eric would reach over and smooth his hair then lean down to accept the slice of strawberry the little boy offered to him. The little boy smiled and it was a miniature version of the McAllister smile that made her heart flip over in her chest.
Her head tilted and she caught her bottom lip with her teeth. It was the first time in her adult life that the thought of a child didn't scare the hell out of her.
But does he want that with you?
"Are you staring at my ass again?" Eric asked as he looked over his shoulder at her.
She smiled as she came back to herself. "Among other things."
"Oh ya?" He turned back and lifted the pan from the stove to slid the finished toast onto a plate sitting on the warmer section between the back burners.
She moved behind him and slid her hands around his waist to splay her fingers against his abs. "Umm hmm." She pressed her lips against his back while he dipped another slice of bread into the egg mixture, moved it into the pan then wiped his hands on the towel that was laying on the counter. He took a step toward the coffee maker and chuckled as she stumbled along with him.
"Coffee?" It was a silly question. He knew Jess was not a morning person, she loved to sleep in on the weekends, and she always needed a jolt of caffeine to propel her into wakefulness. It was a quirk that he enjoyed since he often had to get up early to check on numbers for work and could come back to a nice warm bed with a naked Jess to cuddle up to.
She scooted under his arm to get to the coffee with a little groan. "You know—" she took a sip and sighed. "You make it very hard to think this isn't a fantasy."
"What do you mean?" He stepped back to check the toast.
"Well, last night and then this." She waved her hand at the stove.
"You held up your end of the of our deal," he said with a little shrug. She smiled then turned to go sit at the island. "Wait a sec." He caught her arm before she could get out of his reach. "Don't go so far away." He glanced at the pan then turned, gripped her waist, lifted her up, and set her on the island. She sat sipping her hot coffee and watched as he flipped the toast over then grabbed the pan and slid it off the burner. He came back to her, took the coffee mug from her and set it down. "I was thinking." She opened her knees as his hips slid between them. "You should skip class today and hang out with me."
She smiled. "And do what?"
"Be naked," he said as he brushed his lips along her jaw.
"And?"
"That's not enough?" He pulled her butt closer to the edge and pressed himself against her. "Tough crowd." His hands tugged the knot on the front of his robe. His hands pulled it open then slid inside to cup her breasts. His thumbs grazed her nipples in a slow sweep. They responded to his touch quickly, tightening into hard peaks of excitement. He growled in her ear. "Just like this." His hands slid around her butt where is was resting on the cool stone with only the thin material of his robe to protect her skin from the chill, and tugged her closer. She laughed softly as his lips grazed her neck, then reached for the waistband of his pajama bottoms to ease them down. Her fingers wrapped around his hard length. His hips shifted back slightly, giving her just enough room to aim him. Her breath caught as he pressed forward, penetrating her with the first inch. Her hands found his shoulders, her legs wrapped themselves around his hips as he slid further. His hands cupped her butt and lifted her slightly. He drove his shaft deep and smiled at her little cry. "Say yes," he whispered against her lips then pulled back, quickly reversed course, and thrust hard.
"Oh god yes!" she cried softly.
He set her down but held her in place as his pace increased. His gaze fell to where their bodies were coming together. She looked down briefly, watching how they fit together. When she looked up Eric was staring at her intently. "You are so sexy," he murmured as he leaned closer and kissed her hard.
She slid her hand from his shoulder to the back of his neck and held him there for several minutes.
You're a fucking dream come true. She thought as his speed increased, driving her towards the edge.
She kept her hand on the back of his neck, the other palm pressed against the counter top as she tried to push herself closer to his rhythm. He pulled her into his thrusts, the way he knew drove her crazy. Their bodies banged against each other with a sexy slap that she arched into as her eyes closed and her world exploded into sparkling lights. He groaned deeply as he leapt into ecstasy with her, slamming his shaft all the way in and staying there as he spilled himself into her.
Her head fell back and she smiled at him as her legs dropped from his hips to dangle with a limp wobble. "Still not fighting fair I see," she said breathlessly.
"I never will when you're the prize," he said with a grin then gave her a soft kiss.
"I smell something fucking delicious!" Blake yelled from the front door.
Jess yanked the robe closed and tied it as she hopped off the counter. Eric reached down and snagged his bottoms. They just slid into place as Blake strolled into the kitchen, still in his tux from the previous night. The only difference was his tie was missing, his shirt was open almost to his waist, and there was red lipstick along the collar.
"Good morning," Jess called over her shoulder as she scurried off to the washroom.
"Did I interrupt something?" Blake asked as he bee-lined to the coffee maker.
Eric turned from washing his hands. "If you'd been five minutes earlier I would have had to beat you."
"You could try," Blake said with a wink. "What's for breakfast?" He moved to the stove to get a look. "French toast, perfect."
Jess came back from the washroom and stood on the other side of the island as Blake grabbed plates for Eric to dish up then slid her coffee cup over to her. She grinned at his wink.
"You don't look like you've been home yet," she said to Blake as she lifted her mug to her lips.
Blake turned from pulling a bottle of syrup out of cupboard and set it front of her. "Nope, the party went very late."
"You're a delinquent," Eric said as he handed a plate to Blake who set it down in front of Jess and turned for another. She picked up the syrup, flipped the lid open, and drizzled it over the slices of golden brown toast arranged on the plate. Eric walked around the island to sit next to her. She took a bite, almost fell off her stool as the delightful taste hit her, then leaned against Eric's arm with a little sigh.
"I think she likes it," Blake said as he pointed his fork at her.
No. She thought as Eric looked at her with a smile. She loves it. She loves all of it.
***
Five weeks later Eric left a very sleepy Jess in his bed, grabbed his suitcase, went back for another kiss goodbye, checked to make sure her alarm was set on her phone, then went downstairs to the car that was waiting to take him to the airport. An hour and a half later, just before the jet was about to take its place in the lineup waiting to taxi to its assigned runway, he texted her a good morning.
He pulled out a stack of papers his assistant had printed off for him. She'd set up an appointment with a designer for the end of his first day in London and he wanted to have an idea of what he wanted made before he arrived. He hadn't decided on when he was going to give the ring to Jess but he wanted it to be ready for when the right moment presented itself.
As he started looking over pictures his phone buzzed with Jess' reply.
Have a good flight xoxo
