Chapter 20
Breakfast in Bed (Eventually)
Alyssa
“Hello?” Alyssa slowly pushed open Evelyn’s front door.
She’d contemplated ringing the doorbell, but Evelyn did tell her to use the door code she’d sent through a text message last night.
Still, it was a little weird letting herself into Evelyn’s home.
Especially when she couldn’t hear the woman. What if Evelyn was still asleep?
The tic tic tic of Bug’s paws was the first sign of life in the dark penthouse. Pushing forward, Alyssa closed the door, took off her coat and wandered into the living room. No sign of Evelyn.
Even though Alyssa had been in the penthouse before, she’d never had a tour, so blindly opening doors didn’t seem like a good plan.
Entering the kitchen, Alyssa threw caution to the wind and set the coffee machine going.
Rooting through the fridge, she found some fruit and yoghurt.
Would Evelyn like breakfast in bed? Was that too much?
Am I a creeper?
Bug tottered into the kitchen, lying down by the window. Ah, he found a sun patch.
“You had a good time, buddy?”
Bug yawned and collapsed in a dramatic heap. Ten minutes later, Alyssa was armed with a tray of coffee, tea, orange juice, toast, and fruit with honey yoghurt. Better to over prepare, right?
Wandering down the hall, Alyssa poked her head through the first open door.
Not Evelyn’s bedroom, but a guest room. Alyssa noted the bed covers, smiled, and made a note to talk to Evelyn about them.
The next door along was ajar. The blinds were half drawn, allowing sunlight to filter in. Alyssa could see Evelyn asleep.
Creeping into the room slowly, Alyssa sat the tray on the bedside table closest to Evelyn and sat on the bed.
It was now or never. Alyssa figured it was going to go one of two ways.
Either Evelyn would love the surprise, or freak the hell out when she realised Alyssa had let herself in, used her kitchen, and entered her room without her knowing it.
A pit of dread began filling in her stomach.
Suddenly this seemed like the worst idea in the world.
I need to leave!
Standing up, Alyssa went to tiptoe away but was stopped by a hand, grabbing her wrist gently.
“Where are you going?” Evelyn’s sleepy voice whispered.
Alyssa’s heart did a little flutter. Evelyn’s sleepy voice was low and raspy. It was hot. Hell, Evelyn all mussed up from sleep was hot!
“I didn’t want to scare you,” Alyssa answered, settling back down on the edge of the bed.
“You didn’t. I thought I was dreaming.” Evelyn’s smile was shy, which caused Alyssa to melt. God, could this woman get any more enticing?
“I made you breakfast. Maybe I should have waited, or come back later?”
“What time is it?”
Alyssa scooted away as Evelyn adjusted herself into an upright position.
Evelyn’s usually pristine blonde hair jutted out in different directions.
Smiling even harder, Alyssa let her fingers reach out and tuck the blonde locks behind Evelyn’s ear.
Then she froze. Not only had she let herself into Evelyn’s home, now she had touched her without permission.
What the bloody hell is wrong with me?
Snatching her hand back, Alyssa avoided looking at Evelyn. “Sorry about that. Um, it’s…um…it’s…”
“Alyssa, stop.”
Chancing a look, Alyssa breathed out a sigh of relief. There wasn’t a shred of annoyance or discomfort on Evelyn’s beautiful face.
“Would you kiss me?”
Sucking in a sharp breath, Alyssa had to remind herself how to function like a regular human. What was it about Evelyn that stripped her of coherent thought and action?
Licking her lips, Alyssa’s eyes drifted down to Evelyn’s mouth. Pitching forward slowly, Alyssa gently sucked on Evelyn’s lower lip. The breathy moan Evelyn let out was almost too much to bear.
As the kiss deepened, Alyssa became very aware that Evelyn was in her nightwear.
Specifically, a silk tank top that didn’t really cover a whole lot.
The rigid peaks of Evelyn’s aroused nipples teased Alyssa.
But she couldn’t touch her, could she? Evelyn was definitely into the kiss.
In fact, her hands were doing some roaming of their own.
“Take this off,” Evelyn gasped between kisses, her hand tugging on Alyssa’s jumper.
Not one to refuse a beautiful woman, Alyssa swept the top up and over her head.
“You’re not wearing a bra!” It wasn’t a question. Alyssa could get away without having to wear a bra. Her breasts were just small enough.
“Is that okay?” The kiss suddenly broke, and Alyssa wanted to cry. Had she just ruined the moment?
“You are sublime and I want to touch you everywhere,” Evelyn stated.
Alright then, the moment was not ruined, at all!
“Go nuts,” Alyssa chuckled, recapturing Evelyn’s lips. They tugged, pushed, and pulled until Alyssa realised they were both nearly naked. So much for taking their time.
Evelyn’s mouth was fire and velvet, devouring Alyssa’s lips as if she’d been starved of affection for years and needed to make up for it immediately.
Alyssa let herself be pressed back into the mattress, the softness of the duvet bunching up beneath her bare skin and the heat of Evelyn’s thigh urgent between her own.
Evelyn’s silk top was already gone, tossed somewhere to the floor.
Alyssa’s own jumper had vanished in the fray, and now there was nothing but the delicious collision of their bodies and the frantic scramble of hands needing more.
Evelyn’s mouth left a slick, fevered trail down Alyssa’s neck, teeth nipping gently at the base of her throat before moving lower, pressing open-mouthed kisses along her collarbones.
Alyssa arched, running her fingers through the perfectly chaotic mess of Evelyn’s blonde hair, delighting in the way it tickled her own chest as Evelyn licked and tasted every inch she could reach.
“Is this okay?” Evelyn’s voice was deep, a growl at the back of her throat.
“God, yes,” Alyssa gasped, pulling Evelyn’s head closer, arching her back, offering her chest. Evelyn wasted no time.
Her mouth latched onto one nipple, swirling and sucking, while her hand found and kneaded the other.
Alyssa gasped, her hips canting upward on instinct, desperate for more contact than the teasing friction of thigh on thigh.
Evelyn’s other hand traced the line of Alyssa’s ribcage, then her waist, and then lower, mapping every dip and curve as if learning them for a test later. Her fingers hooked into the waistband of Alyssa’s joggers—the last barrier between them—and hesitated, just for a heartbeat.
Alyssa lifted her hips, pushing into Evelyn’s hand. “Off. Please.”
Evelyn grinned, sharp and hungry, and stripped the joggers down and off, taking Alyssa’s knickers with them. “No half measures, I see,” she murmured, settling between Alyssa’s knees and simply staring for a moment, the look of awe on her face the most flattering thing Alyssa had ever seen.
Alyssa felt suddenly exposed, vulnerable in a way she hadn’t expected, but Evelyn’s eyes were reverent. She traced Alyssa’s thigh with a trembling hand, then kissed the inside of her knee, working her way up with excruciating slowness.
“You’re beautiful,” Evelyn breathed, and Alyssa’s cheeks flared with heat. She wanted to joke, to deflect, but then Evelyn’s tongue was on her and all power of speech left her body.
Alyssa’s hips bucked, pleasure ripping through her as Evelyn sucked and licked, tongue finding just the right pressure, the right angle.
Evelyn was thorough and relentless, two fingers sliding inside and curling with practiced confidence, the heel of her palm grinding in time with her tongue.
Alyssa came hard and sudden, a guttural cry escaping her lips as every muscle in her body locked tight, then melted into the mattress.
Evelyn didn’t stop. Not even as Alyssa’s thighs trembled and her hips shuddered. She licked her clean, gentle now, then pressed soft kisses up her belly, chest, throat, until she found Alyssa’s lips again and kissed her slow and deep.
Alyssa could taste herself on Evelyn’s tongue, salty and sweet and perfect.
“Okay?” Evelyn whispered, brushing hair back from Alyssa’s damp forehead.
Alyssa laughed, breathless. “More than okay. Fucking spectacular.”
“Good,” Evelyn said, and kissed her again.
Alyssa pulled her close, rolling Evelyn to her side and then over, pinning her. “Now it’s my turn.”
Evelyn’s eyes widened, just a little. Alyssa grinned and kissed her.
She lingered at the hollow of Evelyn’s throat, then down to the delicate slope of her breasts, and lower still.
Evelyn’s skin was warm and impossibly soft, and the way she shivered beneath Alyssa’s mouth, the way her breath hitched when Alyssa grazed her belly with her teeth, made Alyssa’s blood sing.
When Alyssa reached the waistband of Evelyn’s black satin shorts, she hooked her fingers in and tugged gently. “Can I?”
Evelyn was already lifting her hips, baring herself without shame. Alyssa dragged the shorts down, tossing them to the far corner of the room, and took in the view. Evelyn was flushed, pupils blown wide, her chest rising and falling with quick, shallow breaths.
Alyssa kissed the inside of Evelyn’s thigh, hands spreading her knees apart, and then, with a wicked look up, she dipped her head and tasted.
Evelyn’s hand shot to Alyssa’s hair, gripping tight as Alyssa swirled her tongue, savouring the sharp gasp and helpless moan that escaped the usually composed woman.
Alyssa’s hands held Evelyn’s hips in place, her tongue and lips exploring with the kind of patience and care she’d reserved for only the most sensitive rescue dogs—until now.
Here, now, every ounce of her attention was dedicated to making Evelyn fall apart.
It didn’t take long. Evelyn tried to muffle her cries at first, biting her lip, but Alyssa was determined to undo her, to see her shatter.
She flicked her tongue, slow and steady, then faster, harder, and when Evelyn’s legs trembled and her thighs clamped tight around Alyssa’s head, Alyssa slid two fingers inside, matching her mouth to the stuttering rhythm of Evelyn’s breathing.
Evelyn came loud, shaking, her nails scraping Alyssa’s shoulders as if she could anchor herself to reality through touch alone.
Alyssa didn’t stop, not until Evelyn was begging, until every muscle had given out and she collapsed, boneless and panting. Only then did Alyssa crawl up the length of her body, resting her weight on top of Evelyn, and cradle her face, kissing her softly.
“Holy hell,” Evelyn murmured, voice ragged.
Alyssa beamed, smug. “You okay?”
Evelyn laughed, the sound a little hysterical, a lot delighted. “Okay? I think I just left my body.”
They lay tangled for a few minutes, letting their pulses slow. Alyssa stroked Evelyn’s cheek, memorising the new glow on her face, the unguarded smile that was for Alyssa alone.
“Do you want breakfast?” Alyssa asked, nudging the tray on the bedside table. “I made you this whole…thing, but now I’m not sure if we should even bother with food. Unless, you know, you’re still hungry.”
Evelyn kissed her, a messy, open-mouthed thing that tasted like lust and laughter and relief. “I want you,” she said, voice low. “But I suppose we should have some of that fruit, just so we don’t pass out.”
So they did. Naked, under the covers, feeding each other slices of orange and strawberries and taking turns licking honey off fingers, making a game of who could seduce the other into a second round first.
Unsurprisingly, Alyssa lost. Evelyn pinned her wrists above her head, her hair falling in a golden curtain as she kissed Alyssa until her lips were sore.
The breakfast tray was abandoned as they pressed close, skin to skin.
Evelyn was skilled, attentive, mapping Alyssa’s body with hands and mouth and a kind of worshipful awe.
Alyssa melted under her, gasping Evelyn’s name again and again until her voice broke and her body followed.
Afterwards, they lay in a tangle of arms and legs, silent but for the sound of their breathing, the occasional giggle, and the gentle rhythm of Evelyn’s hand stroking up and down Alyssa’s back.
“So much for taking it slow,” Alyssa whispered, pressing her face into the crook of Evelyn’s neck.
“I think we made up for lost time,” Evelyn replied.
Alyssa laughed. “I had this whole plan to do things properly. Take you on dates, be a gentlewoman…”
“We can still do that,” Evelyn said.
“Maybe we can try restraint next time,” Alyssa teased.
Evelyn snorted. “If you want restraint, you’re barking up the wrong tree. I’ve wanted you for weeks.”
Alyssa grinned. “You could have fooled me. You keep everything so controlled.”
“Not anymore,” Evelyn said simply, then yawned and tugged Alyssa even closer.
They drifted, lazy and sated, bodies slick and still tingling, the duvet twisted around them in a warm, contented cocoon. Alyssa listened to Evelyn’s heart slow and smiled into her skin.
Before sleep claimed her, Alyssa nuzzled Evelyn’s shoulder and whispered, “Don’t make any plans for the rest of your life.”
Evelyn hummed, drowsy, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on Alyssa’s skin. “Okay.”