Chapter 24
SUTTON
My cock throbs in my jeans. It took more willpower than I knew I possessed to not give in and fuck Kelsey right here on the counter. I don’t even care that I came in my pants, because the way she’s looking at me, it was worth it.
Her gray eyes are hooded and her sated gaze meets mine.
I see the lust, the want, the need in them.
More than that, I see the unspoken words passing between us—the apologies, the forgiveness—so many things we both need to say until our bodies did it for us.
With one hand, I trace lazy circles over her thigh with my fingertips and hold her hand in my other one.
She finally ends our silent conversation to watch my fingers dance over her flushed skin.
I shamelessly drop my eyes to her perky tits that rise and fall with each breath as she comes down from her orgasm that I can still taste.
“So…” Her eyes scan the dimly lit restaurant and what we just did sinks in for us both.
“Yeah.” I nod still catching my breath. “Glad we got that out of our system.”
“Me too.” She flashes me a playful grin, her teeth dimpling her bottom lip.
“Do you want to like…” I hitch my thumb over my shoulder. “Get out of here or something? My place is pretty close by.”
She snorts a laugh. “Dork.”
“So, is that a yes?” I lean down, grabbing her waist and pressing my lips to hers for a quick kiss. “Because I’d like to get you cleaned up, given the mess you made and all.”
She rears back and smirks. “Mess I made? You’re the one that went fifty shades of ice cream on me.”
“Technically, it was three flavors of gelato, but—”
She glares up at me through her bangs and I shut up. My mouth goes dry again and my cock twitches in my jeans. Standing between her legs while she’s still laid bare to me—on my counter—is maddeningly hot.
“You’re really going to correct me right now?”
“Nope. You’re right.” I grab her by the hips again, tracing the pads of my thumbs over her bare hip bones. “Here.”
I help her off the counter and grab my chef’s coat, holding it so she can slip into it.
“I’m pretty sure you ruined my favorite dress.”
I shake my head. “I’ll find the buttons in the morning and fix it.”
“You’re going to… fix it?” She raises a brow skeptically.
“You really think my grandma would teach Slade and me how to cook, but never bother to teach us how to sew a button back on? If she were here right now, she’d be offended.”
She looks at me over her shoulder. “If she were here right now, she would be mortified.”
“Oh, yeah. Definitely.” I wrap my arms around her, pulling her to my front while I button my coat up for her. “Now let’s get you upstairs.”
Her lips pull up into a cute smirk, one I intend on seeing a lot more of, before she turns and heads toward the stairs leading to my apartment.
I watch as she walks away, feeling my cock throb in my jeans at the sight of her in my chef’s coat, with her bare legs exposed down to her black leather boots.
“Aren’t you coming?” That little smirk returns and pride wells in my chest knowing I’m the one bringing it out.
“One sec.”
She gives me a curious look as I gather the pints of gelato in my arms. I start to follow her. “All set. Let’s go.”
“You’re really still hungry?”
“Do I already have to remind you about my feelings on dessert?” I raise my brows. “And these are clearly no longer fit to serve to customers.”
I don’t remember the last time I felt this excited to start my day. The mid-June sun is creeping in my bedroom window, but it’s the gorgeous woman asleep in my bed that has me mesmerized.
Her black hair cascades over my white pillows and it’s taking a considerable amount of my willpower to not reach out and tuck her bangs out of her eyes. I find my inner strength and resolve to just watch, waiting for the moment they flutter open as she stirs awake.
While she’s still asleep, I admire the way her breasts push together, distorting her tattoo. It flows down her sternum and back out under her breasts. I’m half tempted to just trace my fingers along that soft skin and lick the spot that was covered in melted flavors of her last night.
I never thought I would wake up to this sight again and I’m soaking in every second. I don’t dare to get up to go to the bathroom because I don’t want to disturb her and ruin this.
Last night was perfect and we didn’t even fuck. We were both spent, emotionally and physically.
After our gelato inspired moment downstairs, I don’t think either of us had the energy for more. I had spent the entire day in the restaurant, and I know she picked up a bar shift after working all morning at the coffee shop.
I still honestly can’t believe that she apologized to me last night.
The last time was that night years ago at Bridger's when I spilled beer in my lap. We didn’t unpack any of that last night, but I hope she knows that just like that night, she has nothing to apologize for.
Instead of dwelling on anything heavy, we took a shower together and passed out.
Just thinking about her naked in my shower makes my cock swell.
If she wasn’t in my bed right now, I would be convinced that was all a dream.
It’s most definitely not though. She’s still naked in my bed and I can’t look away.
“You know I can feel you looking at me, right?” Her eyes don’t open when she yawns.
A grin spreads over my face. “And that’s a problem, why?”
“It’s not.” She yawns again and scrubs a hand over her face. “But what time is it?”
“Early.” Her eyelids slowly flutter open and I love the way her gray eyes look in the early morning sun.
She studies my face for a moment before a crease forms between her brows. “No, really. What time is it?”
I tuck her bangs out of her eyes and run the backs of my knuckles over her cheek. “Relax. You’ve got at least an hour and a half before you need to be at the coffee shop.”
Her body relaxes and her head sinks back into the pillow. Then she quirks a brow at me and smirks. “How do you know what time I need to be there?”
“I—” Shit. How do I answer that without being creepy? When it comes to her, I make a mental note of every detail. “Educated guess? I know when you open and what you have ready to serve when you open. So I just assumed and started working backwards and—”
She snorts a laugh. “Relax, Pretty Boy. I’m just screwing with you.” She flashes a sheepish smile at me. “I might also happen to know more about your schedule than I care to admit.”
My heart fills with hope hearing that she’s been paying attention to me. Maybe not as much as I’ve been hopelessly admiring her, but it still counts. I pack that nugget away with others into my rainy day collection.
“Since you have time, stay for breakfast with me. Please?”
That crease between her brows returns and my pulse quickens with worry.
“Sutton. I don’t know what we’re doing or what’s going on. We should probably talk about this?”
I nod. “Yeah. So how about over breakfast?”
She rolls her eyes. “You mean over cereal?”
“I’ll have you know I can make anything you want for breakfast. I just like cereal.”
She sighs and gives me a playful look. “Fine. We can talk over breakfast.”
“What do you want? Eggs, bacon, toast, something sweet?”
“You’re too perky in the morning.” She buries her face in the pillow and groans. “Just feed me whatever.”
“That’s funny. I’d say hard is more accurate than perky right now.”
She turns her head enough to look at me, with one eye, and I can tell she’s glaring. “Just go make food.”
“Yes, Chef. One order of ‘whatever’ coming right up.” I toss her a wink and hop out of my bed, but I don’t miss the little twitch in her cheek from the smile she’s trying to hide.
When I walk out of my bedroom to the kitchen, the pep in my step is impossible to ignore. I am giddy and I don’t care that she can see it. I’m finally getting somewhere with her and I’m going to do whatever I can to keep it that way.
Now I just need to figure out what to make someone that was impossibly vague on what they want for breakfast.