muscle was defined perfectly and my mouth watered at the sight of him. He climbed into the bed beside me and pulled the duvet up over us. He turned towards me and laid his hand over my stomach. I flinched a little, I was neither the slimmest, nor the firmest around my middle and even after what we had just experienced I felt a little self conscious.
He totally ignored my slight discomfort and pulled me towards him so that we were curled around each other, our bodies entwined so tightly it was as if we were one.
“Amazing.” He kissed my shoulder gently. “But you seem to be forgetting what I told you already.”
I smiled to myself and let the tiredness take over. It had been a long day and I was exhausted, totally satiated, and very sleepy. I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep, feeling as safe as houses, here, in this stranger’s arms.
Chapter 9
I woke to the sun streaming through the windows and a soft warm breeze causing the voiles to billow gently. There was the heady aroma of fresh roasted coffee lingering in the air.
I sat up, stretched and slipped out of bed. I grabbed the first thing I could find, which happened to be the sheet and wrapped myself in it toga style. Clutching the sheet to my chest and with a new found spring in my step, I left the bedroom and followed the scent of the coffee.
I entered the huge kitchen once more and saw him there, sitting at the island, coffee cup in hand. He was bare-chested; wearing only a pair of faded 501s and was reading the Sunday papers. He looked up as I entered and immediately rose from his seated position.
“Good Morning Elise.” He moved towards me.
“Nice outfit.” He pulled at the sheet where I was clutching it and pulled me against his chest. He planted a soft and sensual kiss on my lips before releasing me and moving to the counter.
“Coffee?” He asked.
His back was to me, and I swear I could see him smirking to himself as he poured the glossy liquid into a cup.
I didn’t respond. I just stood there not really knowing what to do with myself. He handed the cup to me and sat back down with his paper. Without looking up he spoke.
“Sit.”
I sat.
I watched him as he turned the pages of the newspaper. His arms were tanned and muscular. I gulped and shuddered as I pored over about what those hands of his had put me through over the last 24 hours. I sipped at my coffee slowly, still watching him, waiting for him to say something.
He was also watching me intently, as if he too were waiting. Was he waiting for me to speak first? I had no idea what I was supposed to say in these circumstances. Did I thank him for rescuing me and politely leave? I had no clue as to what was expected of me.
“You look confused Elise.” He stated before looking back to his newspaper.
“I am a little.” I said. “I suppose I should think about making a move.”
I wanted him to put the newspaper down. I wanted him to tell me that I didn’t have to leave. Damn it! I wanted him to ask me to stay. He did none of those things. He barely even glanced at me as he shrugged his shoulders and carried on reading.
“Let me know when you are ready and I will have my driver take you home.”
My cheeks burned with embarrassment. I was just a one night stand, no more. I should have listened to him. He did try to warn me. I stood up abruptly almost knocking the stool over in the process, and forgetting that I was dressed in a loosely draped sheet. He peered over the top of his paper and smiled at me, his eyes lowering briefly to my now naked chest.
I pulled the fabric up around myself and bunched it tightly in my fingers.
“You look very beautiful when you are angry.” He said with a laugh.
“I’m not angry.” I barked, turning away from him.
“Elise, please. You are furious with me.” He folded the paper neatly and placed it on the counter. “If you are going to have a temper tantrum, then at least have the courage of your conviction to follow it through with
He totally ignored my slight discomfort and pulled me towards him so that we were curled around each other, our bodies entwined so tightly it was as if we were one.
“Amazing.” He kissed my shoulder gently. “But you seem to be forgetting what I told you already.”
I smiled to myself and let the tiredness take over. It had been a long day and I was exhausted, totally satiated, and very sleepy. I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep, feeling as safe as houses, here, in this stranger’s arms.
Chapter 9
I woke to the sun streaming through the windows and a soft warm breeze causing the voiles to billow gently. There was the heady aroma of fresh roasted coffee lingering in the air.
I sat up, stretched and slipped out of bed. I grabbed the first thing I could find, which happened to be the sheet and wrapped myself in it toga style. Clutching the sheet to my chest and with a new found spring in my step, I left the bedroom and followed the scent of the coffee.
I entered the huge kitchen once more and saw him there, sitting at the island, coffee cup in hand. He was bare-chested; wearing only a pair of faded 501s and was reading the Sunday papers. He looked up as I entered and immediately rose from his seated position.
“Good Morning Elise.” He moved towards me.
“Nice outfit.” He pulled at the sheet where I was clutching it and pulled me against his chest. He planted a soft and sensual kiss on my lips before releasing me and moving to the counter.
“Coffee?” He asked.
His back was to me, and I swear I could see him smirking to himself as he poured the glossy liquid into a cup.
I didn’t respond. I just stood there not really knowing what to do with myself. He handed the cup to me and sat back down with his paper. Without looking up he spoke.
“Sit.”
I sat.
I watched him as he turned the pages of the newspaper. His arms were tanned and muscular. I gulped and shuddered as I pored over about what those hands of his had put me through over the last 24 hours. I sipped at my coffee slowly, still watching him, waiting for him to say something.
He was also watching me intently, as if he too were waiting. Was he waiting for me to speak first? I had no idea what I was supposed to say in these circumstances. Did I thank him for rescuing me and politely leave? I had no clue as to what was expected of me.
“You look confused Elise.” He stated before looking back to his newspaper.
“I am a little.” I said. “I suppose I should think about making a move.”
I wanted him to put the newspaper down. I wanted him to tell me that I didn’t have to leave. Damn it! I wanted him to ask me to stay. He did none of those things. He barely even glanced at me as he shrugged his shoulders and carried on reading.
“Let me know when you are ready and I will have my driver take you home.”
My cheeks burned with embarrassment. I was just a one night stand, no more. I should have listened to him. He did try to warn me. I stood up abruptly almost knocking the stool over in the process, and forgetting that I was dressed in a loosely draped sheet. He peered over the top of his paper and smiled at me, his eyes lowering briefly to my now naked chest.
I pulled the fabric up around myself and bunched it tightly in my fingers.
“You look very beautiful when you are angry.” He said with a laugh.
“I’m not angry.” I barked, turning away from him.
“Elise, please. You are furious with me.” He folded the paper neatly and placed it on the counter. “If you are going to have a temper tantrum, then at least have the courage of your conviction to follow it through with
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