Page 51 of Simply Irresistible
“The Sandlot.” Could. Not. Let. Her. Win.
“Terminator,” she said, licking and nipping at my nipple. My goddamned weakness.
“Deal,” I said, flipping her back over and peeling her shorts off. I barely had my own off before I was driving deep into her.
27
Melanie
Coffee.
Need all the coffee.
Oh, the sweet deliciousness.
I sipped the hot brew—thick and black, just how I liked it—and looked out my small apartment window at the brick and glass of the building across the street. Thank goodness for my hearty little Keurig. When you lived in a tiny apartment, you made do with tiny appliances, and windows, for that matter. I glanced over at the little electric grill Tyler had brought over to cook our dinner. He was so creative. How many people in New York City, and other cities, didn’t bother with grilling because they didn’t have an outdoor space for an outdoor grill? I really believed there was a niche there he could—and should—tap into.
I heard a rustle from behind me and turned around to check out the culprit. And check him out I did. Tyler was a picture of sexiness in the morning. His slightly messy hair was a little extra messy, and he always had the cutest pout on his face when he was starting to rouse. The sheet was down around his waist, the hint of that sexy V peeking out from underneath.
How did I get so lucky?
I would never suggest I wasn’t good enough for Tyler, because girl power and all that, but guys that look like him with those lean, cut muscles just weren’t supposed to exist in the wild. Or if they did, they were supposed to be so rare you didn’t just stumble upon them in real life…or elevators. Sort of like those little white baby deer. You just didn’t see them grazing on the side of the road.
Tyler’s leg suddenly shot across the bed, and I laughed, glad I wasn’t lying beside him because I would have been on the floor. He’d told me the first time I slept over his place that he occasionally suffered from leg cramps in his sleep, horrified that he might kick me in the night. I wasn’t worried about it, and he never got me.
Maybe I calmed him…he certainly calmed me. Being with him made me stop and appreciate life. When my mind was racing with all the things I wanted to do, restricted by what I actually could do, he somehow managed to calm me. I’d had a few boyfriends over the years, but nothing as serious as what I had with Tyler. It was new and fresh, but it was all-encompassing. In a short period of time, we threaded our lives together so intricately that I wasn’t quite sure how I would function without him.
“You should take a picture, it’ll last longer.”
My gaze shot from his abs to his eyes as a shy smile spread across my face. Why I was shy with his man, I’d never know. We’d seen and touched nearly every part of each other’s bodies, there was absolutely nothing left to be shy about.
“You look so damn hot standing there in only my t-shirt.” I felt my entire body heat up. “How long have you been awake?” he asked, lifting his cell from the small bedside table and tapping the screen.
Did I tell him I never really slept? I was so close to finishing the piece I was working on last night—an embellished shift dress—I could hardly fall asleep. It was the most stylish thing I’d made to date, while still sticking to my boho roots. I was in love.
“Earth to Melanie. Everything okay?”
“Sorry,” I grimaced, moving to stand at the foot of the bed. “I worked most of the night.”
He nodded his understanding. “Finish it?” he asked, sitting up and scooting to the end of the bed where I was.
“Yup,” I said.
He smiled up at me and said “I’m proud of you.” Then he wrapped his hands around my bare legs and rested his head against my belly.
“Thank you,” I said, leaning forward to kiss the top of his head. I took one hand off my warm mug and ran my fingers through his hair, attempting to straighten the disarray. It was no use. He’d either need a shower, a hat, or a lot of product to tame the jungle on his head. I kind of liked it as it was evidence of our fun night. “What are you up to?” I asked as he began lifting the shirt I was wearing and kissing the skin underneath.
“It’s Saturday…I think it’s a stay in bed all day kind of day.”
I glanced at my finished dress and decided he was right. There was no other place I wanted to be today than in his arms in my bed.
***
Later that evening, after watchingthreeeighties movies—I did win our last word contest last night—and one nineties movie—I do know how to compromise—I modeled my new dress.
Tyler fingered the lace overlay along the hemline. “This is really cool. I can’t believe you stitched it by hand.”
“Me either,” I admitted through a laugh. Lacing was something I was always practicing and trying to hone, but I’d never taken on an entire lower hemline before.
