I wasn’t awaked by the sunlight streaming through my window and hitting my face. I didn’t wake because of the mild hangover headache. I didn’t even wake because the covers had moved off my body during the night and my naked body was a feeling a bit chilled. No. I woke because I smelled coffee. The delightful aroma of those magical beans was what had my eyes popping open. I gasped and pulled the covers back up to hide my naked body.
“Good morning, Meaghan,” Jay greeted from the bed next to me, a smile twitching on his face. “Sleep well?”
“Uh, yes. I did,” my eyes fell on his. He was lounged in bed next to me, the covers tucked around his waist, leaving his chest bare. I noticed the muscles in his shoulders and arms were quite well defined. My eyes fell to his waist where the sheets were, and I bit my lip for a moment, missing what he’d been saying.
“Sorry,” I blinked. “What did you say?”
He held up a second cup of coffee, “Would you like some?”
I took the cup with a nod of thanks and allowed the caffeine to do its work. I looked around the room. It appeared that he’d done a bit of tidying while I was asleep – the clothes that we’d thrown about last night were folded on top of the dresser in a pile for himself, and a pile for me. The nip bottles that we’d gone through that had been left carelessly on virtually every surface were carefully tucked in the waste bin. The coffee pot was even washed out and carefully left to dry.
“Something wrong, Meaghan?” His voice was soft as he set his cup down on the nightstand.
“You cleaned up,” I smiled. “I wasn’t expecting that.”
“I didn’t want you waking up to the disaster area that we’d created.”
Fuck, that’s cute..
I finished my coffee and set my cup down. I turned to him and kissed him fully on the mouth, leaning into his strong chest. The kiss wasn’t as needy as it was last night, but I felt the spark of desire in me, centering into a jolt between my legs.
His hand went into my hair, and he gently leaned back, “Meaghan...”
I pulled back a little farther, expecting him to say the “responsible” thing about how he was too old for me. Last night was a beautiful mistake. He doesn’t want to rob me of my youth. I was expecting a bullshit brush off.
But I never got one.
“I want to make sure it wasn’t just the alcohol in your system last night. Are you actually interested in me?” he asked, his eyes searching mine.
“Yes, Jay,” I answered, letting my lips press against his once again.
This kiss was different. We both knew what we wanted. I pulled the covers back from the both of us and straddled his lap as he reclined fully on his back. His large hands ran up my thighs and sides to cup both of my breasts as we kissed, squeezing and massaging them. I let out a sigh of pleasure; I love being fondled.