He couldn't stop himself as he licked along my skin, working his way downwards. I moaned, enjoying the feeling of his lips.
“Oh, I plan on enjoying this!” he whispered, cupping me between my legs. I gasped, but that didn’t stop him from placing two fingers inside of me, “I think our twenty minutes are up.”
“Time sure goes by fast here,” I laughed. “What do you want to do?”
“I want to fuck you until you can’t walk straight,” he said as he pressed me against the counter top.
I smiled, “Let’s get started then.”
“Ahh,” I groaned, grabbing the side of my head as I sat up. Damn vodka always did this to me.
Looking around, the first thing I noticed was that this was not my room. The second thing I noticed was the sound of the shower running.
Shit. I thought, as the memories of last night flooded my mind.
Tiptoeing around, I searched for my clothes on the bedroom floor. Moving into the living room, I found my bra and skirt, and I hurriedly redressed myself.
“Making your escape?”
I snapped back to see?
? Levi? That was his name, right… To see Levi, dripping wet and clad only in a towel, which was loosely draped around his waist, accentuating the V shaped cut lines on his hips.
“Seriously, do you have to look like that in the morning?” I sighed, trying to draw attention away from myself, as I got ready.
“Like what?” he questioned.
I waved my hand up and down in front of him before giving up in frustration, “Never mind. Thanks for last night, it was umm… I should go—”
“Do you want breakfast?”
It was at that moment that I noticed the heavenly aroma of bacon and eggs. The smell was so alluring that my stomach growled. Truthfully, I longed to indulge in a good, hearty breakfast, but I couldn’t stay.
“No thank you, I should really get going. We really don’t need to do the thing.”
“The thing?”
“You know, where we both try to have a civil conversation after a one night stand.”
“Actually,” he corrected with a smile, “it was a four night stand; one in the kitchen and shower not to mention our first go on the couch and then in my bed—”
“Yep, got it…”
“Thea,” he called, moving towards me, and I found that I had to force myself to not look at him.
Urgh! Damn him!
He cupped my face, “We could make this awkward, like you are trying so hard to do, or we can have some breakfast.”
“I’m going to end up screwing you again.”
“So?”
“That would mean that we spent two days together.”
“One night and half of the morning is hardly two days,” he chuckled, letting go of me. “If you want to go, then go, but you can’t blame me for wanting to spend a little more time with the best lay I’ve ever had.”
“You must say that to all the women you pick up at bars,” I smiled.