Page 14 of She Came Upon A Midnight Clear
Once everything is taken care of, I walk out and find them wearing a pair of black boxer briefs and a white wife-beater, their dark nipples visible through the thin fabric.
“Mmm, that’s my favorite outfit,” I tell her, my legs going weak simply seeing her like this.
“Is it? Mine is the one you have on,” she says, her gaze roaming my body.
“Uh, I’m not wearing anything.”
“Nope, you sure aren’t. I meant what I said,” she says with a wink. “But I don’t want you to get cold. My robe is on the back of the bathroom door, and I’ve turned the heat up. I’m starting breakfast. Coffee?”
“Oh, yes, coffee, please.”
“Go grab that robe, sweetheart. Those succulent nipples are starting to look like they could cut glass.”
“Hey!”
She grins, and is about to turn away, but I grab her hand.
“What happened to kissing me properly?”
Her grin widens, and she pulls me in close, her mouth coming down on mine. Her lips are soft and demanding all at the same time, and desire simmers in my body once more, my pussy growing wet as her arms wrap around behind my back, and I love how possessively she holds me. Her tongue opens my lips, and I take her in, tasting toothpaste andher.
She pulls back just when I start to feel like we need to get back into bedright now.
“If I don’t stop no one is getting coffee,” she says, her tone low and full of smoke.
“Mmm, okay,” I answer reluctantly.
“Robe. Now,” she commands, smacking my bare ass.
I spin around to wiggle it at her and she gives me another playful smack, reminding me that there’s a conversation to be had. She chuckles as I go back to the bathroom to find her robe.
It’s on a hook on the back of the door, made out of gray sweatshirt material with a fleece lining. I’m sure it’s short on her, but it hangs just below my knees. I draw the hood up over my hair and pad on bare feet to the kitchen to the sound and rich scent of a coffee grinder, and when I get to the counter she pulls out a French press from the cupboard.
“I’m a little bougie when it comes to my coffee,” she says.
“I can appreciate a good cup of coffee.”
“Excellent. Still a lot of cream and a dash of turbinado sugar?”
“You…how do you remember that?”
“Like I said last night, I remember pretty much everything about you, Evie. Uh, not in a stalker-y way, I promise. Now come sit at the counter while I make you some French toast. We’re going full pseudo-Parisian this morning.”
She sends me another wink, and it might seem cheesy on anyone else, but from her, it’s sexy as hell.
I do as she says, slipping onto a stool at the big island, running my hands over the surface. “I love these poured concrete counters. In fact, I love this whole place.”
“Thanks. I was able to redo the kitchen and the bathroom before I moved in. Did some of the work myself, like painting and refinishing the floors, but I had someone else pour the counters and install the new cabinets and do the tile work. I can lay tile, but I wanted to spend more time converting the outbuildings into kennels.”
“The kennel setup is pretty awesome, too. How many dogs do you have here?”
“Right now we’re at twenty-five, and we have four litters of puppies being fostered. But after the holidays we’ll have a lot more, I’m sure, even with all the adoptions. All of those people who get pets as Christmas gifts, then realize how much work they are. We’ll get dogs adopted from here returned, plus puppies from all over the county.”
“People sure do suck. The only reason I don’t have a dog myself yet is because I don’t want to leave it alone while I’m at work all day. I feel like if I’m going to take on the responsibility of another life, I need to be sure I’m actually able to be responsible about it.”
“My thoughts exactly. Well, when you’re ready to adopt, you know where to come,” she says.
“What about you, Dru?” I ask with a little bit of hesitance. “I haven’t seen Rocky, so I’m guessing…?”
