The next morning, we were both wrapped up in each other, her leg over my hip, my hand grasping the bare cheek of her ass, and when she gave me that saucy smile of hers, I figured the kiss wasn’t a fluke after all. It was my lips that met Montana’s. It was also me who stopped before it got too far, before either one of us had regrets.
“Yeah, are we at my place or yours tonight?” Last night, we were at hers. Tonight, though, I’m ready to have Montana in my bed. My place is now getting furniture, not much, just a couch, a coffee table, small stuff I picked up along the way.
“Mine. You have the remote to the garage and the key?” I respond, knowing she’ll probably leave here before me.
“As if I gave them away or lost them.” She rolls her eyes. I step away when I hear footsteps entering the house. She nods, and I know I’m in for one hell of a night.
CHAPTER FIVE
montana
It was hard to crawl out of Asa’s bed this morning, so much harder than when he stays at my rented townhome. I’m not sure if it’s because his bed is softer and more luxurious or if it’s just him. The weird part is when Asa leaves my place early in the morning to get to work, him having to start his day entirely too early in my eyes, I can get up and get moving, but when he leaves me in his bed, naked, sated, and with one hell of a kiss, I instantly fall back asleep, only waking up when my fifth alarm goes off on my phone.
“I hate Mondays.” I’ve turned off all of my alarms, now relying on my snooze feature, and even that is probably saying, ‘Hey, dumbass, get out of bed already.’ You’d have thought Asa had me up all night, but he didn’t. I got to his place before him, parking my car in his garage like I’ve been doing, then heading inside with my bag slung over my shoulder and a smile on my face knowing a night with Asa always leaves me well rested along with completely boneless. I barely made it to his room, added my clothes that I’d be wearing to the office the next day to his closet when I heard the opening and closing of the garage, which Asa still uses as his main source of entrance, hating using the front door because of the mess his shoes often bring with them. Then the door leading into the kitchen opened, and I knew he was inside. Asa’s place is in an older community that sports mature trees and older homes. It’s the type of neighborhood where they sit on their front porch to watch the cars go by to pass the time. The bungalow-style house has been lovingly restored. The only addition was the garage, and even then, it was kept within the same theme in mind. I should know seeing as I was the lead architect working on it. Yep, I’m a woman in a man’s world, but I can hold my own. Though, I know there will come a time when I’ll outgrow the company where I’m working and will either eventually open my own firm or go freelance. Heck, Tanner offered me a job to work at Hart Construction when I finished school, but there was no way I’d have taken him up on that. For one, I didn’t have the experience I thought he would need, and boy was that true. I made errors my first year out of school, even underneath a hard-ass lead boss, where he made me his coffee girl nine times out of ten. When I finally earned my way to the top, which took two years, I still didn’t think it was my time to leave. Though, depending on how these next few projects go, things may change.
“Damn it.” I drop my head back on the pillow, surrounded by Asa’s scent while glancing at the emails that are waiting for my response. I get that the firm I work for, Harrison and Sons Architecture, has no problem with us not working on the weekends. That doesn’t mean our emails quit. I refuse to look at them, only choosing to do it now to see what my day is going to consist of. Obviously, it’s going to be hell on earth and a twelve-hour day. I throw my phone on the bed and toss the covers off my body, a chill overtaking me with the way Asa keeps his house like Antarctica. I’m only wearing a pajama set. The fabric is silky with a hint of lace on the spaghetti-strap-style top, and the bottoms, well, those have high slits, showing even more leg as I walk. This set also happens to be one of Asa’s favorites and probably why it didn’t end up on the ground in tatters. Though, after the intense orgasm at his parents’ house yesterday, the sun, and a few drinks, I was well beyond exhausted. The second my head hit the pillow beside his, it was lights out.