“I think it’s me who’s dead,” I say. “Not to mention dehydrated.” I climb on top of him and put my head on his chest. Charlie is the tallest man I’ve ever been with, and I don’t know how I can go back to dating shorter men. There’s just so much of him. His body is strong, and my favorite part is that he doesn’t have too much body hair. He just has a smattering on his chest and legs. I pull myself up and look down at him. He grins at me, and I kiss his lips.
Suddenly, he flips us over, and he’s lying on top of me. “If the lady needs water, I shall get her water.” He cups one of my breasts and gives me one more deep kiss. When he finally manages to get off the bed, I reach over and slap his tight ass.
“It should be obvious by now that I ain’t no lady,” I yell to his retreating back.
He’s barely gone a minute before he returns with two water bottles. I sit up and drink the entire thing. He slides into the bed next to me, and I straddle his lap. His large hands grab my hips to steady me.
Just as I bend down to kiss him, his phone starts to ring. Again. He sighs and reaches for the phone on the nightstand.
“Your brother again?” I ask.
“Yup. Fourth time since we got back.” He sighs and puts the phone to his ear. “I’m fine, Colty.” I give him privacy to talk while I get up to go to the bathroom. When I get to the door, I turn only for him to wink and wiggle his brows at my nakedbody. I shake my boobs at him before I run out, giggling all the way to the bathroom.
He’s still talking when I come back a few minutes later. “Well, I’m fine. I know what you’re thinkin’, and I’m not drinkin’. I told you I’m done with that. Do I sound drunk to you?” He stops talking for a few seconds and says, “Yeah, so?”
I push my way through the bedroom door, and he pats my side of the bed. “I’ll be home when I get home. I think you’ve forgotten I’m a grown man. Older than you, by the way.” A few seconds later, he says, “I promise I’m okay. I’ll see you later.” He ends the call and tosses the phone aside.
“Do you need to go?” I ask.
His smile disappears and he says, “Only if you want me to.”
“I don’t. I want you to stay.”
“Then I’ll stay.”
I blink twice into the bright bedroom. I reach over to the other side of the bed, but it’s empty. It’s still warm though, so it hasn’t been empty too long. I stretch out and bask in the soreness between my legs. It’s a soreness that I will happily welcome because it’s been too long since I’ve felt this good.
I crawl out of bed, naked and satisfied. After putting on a long silk robe, I rush to the bathroom to wash my face and brush my teeth. I run a comb through my hair and go in search of coffee.
I follow my nose all the way to the kitchen, and that’s where I find him. He’s in nothing but his boxers and has his back to me. He’s whistling an old Lionel Richie song, Easy Like Sunday Morning, while he opens the oven and pulls something out.When he stands, I walk behind him and wrap my arms around his waist.
His large hands land on mine, and I kiss the middle of his naked back. He turns, cups my face and gives me a soft peck on the lips. “Good mornin’,” he says.
I wrap my arms around his neck, get on my tippy toes, and give him the type of kiss we shared last night.
“The best morning I’ve had in a long time,” I practically purr.
“I hope you don’t mind, but I made breakfast.” He has a hint of shyness when he says that.
“My kitchen is your kitchen,” I remind him. “You can cook here whenever you want.” He escorts me to the table and pulls a chair out for me.
“I have to go to Evan’s baseball game in a few hours, so I can’t stay.” He hands me a mug of black coffee.
“I have to get to the gym,” I say.
“I’d like to see you again.” He puts a plate of an egg dish in front of me, and my stomach growls. “It’s a frittata,” he explains. He grabs the chair across from me and moves it to my side of the table. “Last night was the best night of my life.” He raises my hand to his lips, and I sigh in happiness.
“It was pretty great for me too,” I admit. “Amazing. I know you said you don’t remember the last time you were with someone, but you’re fucking fantastic.” I put my hand on his lap and inch it closer to his dick. “And that mouth of yours does wonders.” He puts a finger underneath my chin and kisses me thoroughly.
“I can’t wait to do it again,” he says against my lips. “And I know we’re doing it backwards, but I’d really like your phone number.” He pulls his phone out of his pocket and hands it tome. I call myself and give him back his phone. He grins while he texts something.
I turn to the food in front of me and pick up my fork. “Oh my goodness,” I sigh after taking that first bite. “I’m thinking I might have to kidnap you and keep you here after all. Maybe instead of the basement, I’ll lock you in my closet and only let you out to cook for me,” I tease.
“Darlin’, if you can manage to do it, I’ll let you kidnap me, but you don’t have to. I’ll cook for you anytime.”
I want to tell him that’s not true since he’ll be going back to Alabama eventually, but I swallow those words. As much as I would like to be, we’re not a couple. We had one night together, and I’m not about to become too attached to a man who is only here temporarily.
Once we finish breakfast, I clear the table and do the dishes while Charlie goes to my bedroom to get dressed. He returns a few minutes later, wearing the same clothes he had on last night. His phone rings, and he scowls.