Page 94 of Craving Cooper

“Oh. Okay. I’ll leave the door open for you.” She nods her head, letting go of my hand and stepping toward the next flight of stairs. “Don’t be long, will you?”

She smiles. “No.”

With that, she’s gone, rushing up the stairs, and I go inside, leaving the door ajar. A quick glance at the kitchen reveals that the breakfast things have all been cleared away. I was gonna do that myself, but Mallory’s beaten me to it, and I shake my head, although I can’t help smiling as I make my way into the bedroom, noticing that she must have also made the bed. That was good of her, and while I could spend a minute or two contemplating our new domestic set-up, I’ve got more important things to do.

I strip out of my scrubs, putting them into the laundry hamper, then hurry back to the living room, and settle on the couch. My cock is already bone hard, and I lean back into the corner, getting comfortable before I palm it, stroking along my length, and wondering what Mallory will make of this, as I contemplate her straddling me, my hands on her perfect ass. Man, that’s hot. It’s enough to…

“Saffron!”

I hear Mallory’s cry and sit up slightly, just as her cat bolts through the door, practically skids to a halt, glancing left and right, and then runs for the couch, jumping up on the back of it, and surveying my apartment.

“What are you doing in here?” I say, shaking my head, just as Mallory comes flying through the door herself.

“I’m so sorr—” She stops dead, her apology dying at the same time, and although she glances at her cat, her eyes dart back to me, dropping to my cock, and widening as she licks her lips. “D—Did I miss something?” she says, stepping closer.

“Not yet.”

She smiles just as Saffron jumps down onto the seat of the couch and curls up in the opposite corner from me.

“I’m sorry about this,” Mallory says, shaking her head. “I left the door open, and although she’d normally do anything for food, curiosity obviously got the better of her, and she escaped without me noticing.” She turns her attention to Saffron. “Come on. You don’t live here.” She reaches out to pick up the cat, but I grab her hand and pull her down onto my lap, making her squeal and giggle at the same time, although Saffron doesn’t seem to notice.

“She can, if you want.”

Mallory frowns. “You wanna steal my cat?”

I smile. “No.”

“Then I don’t…”

“I want you to bring her with you when you move in here.”

“Move in? Seriously?” Her face is a mixture of confusion and joy, and she’s never looked more beautiful.

“Yes. No matter how turned on I am by the thought of you running around naked, I think it makes sense, don’t you? I like making you feel safe, Mallory, and I wanna keep doing it… all the time. Not just when you’re lying in my arms about to fall asleep, or when we’re making love… but every minute of every day.”

“You do?”

“Yes.”

She nods her head, her eyes glistening, which makes me wonder if she’s going to cry, although she doesn’t. She just leans in and says, “You don’t think people will say it’s too soon for us to move in together?”

“I don’t care what people say, but if you wanna wait, we can.”

“We can?” She seems surprised by my response, and I pull her closer.

“Sure. We can wait until the weekend, if you insist.”

She giggles. “We’ve only been dating since Monday.”

“And? You think any of that matters?” I flex my hips upward while I’m talking and she moans softly.

“No.”

“Good. In that case, we’ll move you in properly over the weekend, but for now, why don’t you go upstairs and grab whatever you and Saffron need for tonight. Then you can come back down and we’ll pick up where we left off.”

She leans back, frowning at me. “I wasn’t aware we’d started anything.”

“I had.” I tap the side of my head. “In here.”

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