“Do you have strawberries?” I asked him.
“Hmm?”
Gazing past him, I spotted them in the door of the refrigerator and reached under his arm to get them. The cold air made my nipples harden, which I knew he noticed. Taking the can of whipped cream, I sprayed a little into my mouth and licked it off my lips.
“You don’t mind?” I asked, waving the can at him.
He shook his head. “Not at all.”
“I love whipped cream, don’t you?” I whispered placing a squirt of it onto my finger.
I offered my finger to him, and he took it eagerly. He sensuously sucked the cream from my finger and ran his tongue along the length of it before allowing me to slide it out of his mouth.
“I’m loving it more and more each second,” he whispered, and I handed him the can.
“It’s your whipped cream, you should taste it from where you want.”
“You’re driving me crazy,” he whispered, more to himself than to me, as he took the can and sprayed a squirt of cream onto my shoulder. I tilted my head to the side, giving him room to lick it off of me.
Next, he placed it on my breasts, but before he could lick it off, I took a strawberry out of the carton and allowed its tip to glide through the dollop of cream before I took a bite.
“These are some really good strawberries,” I whispered.
He stared at me without saying a word, and I could see that he was awaiting my next move. Eager to please, I took another strawberry, and repeated the action before giving it to him to taste.
He accepted my offering with a smile, “Now I know I’m dreaming.”
“Then enjoy it, I know I am,” I said to him.
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.
He shook his head and grinned. “Have breakfast, and then I’ll drop you off at your car.”
“Fine, I’ll stay for breakfast,” I said, “but only if you put on a damn shirt or something.”
“You’re wearing mine.” He nodded at the shirt I’d coveted.
“Well, you ripped mine,” I retorted.
“Touché,” he replied, and with that, he moved aside and gestured for me to enter the kitchen.
“Do you mind if I use your bathroom first?” I asked him.
“Yeah, go ahead.”
“Thanks,” I muttered, happy that I at least had my toothbrush and other necessities in my purse.
LEVI
Once she was gone, I rushed back into my room to get dressed as quickly as possible, seeing as how she appeared to be a potential flight risk. She was drop dead beautiful, sexy, funny, and just sinfully amazing in bed. At the very least, I needed to get her number. Hearing another door open and shut, I rushed out in a panic, and was dismayed to find that she hadn’t returned to the kitchen.
“You keep records,” she called from above, allowing me to breathe freely once again.
She stood on the upper level of my town house, along with the rest of my music and books. Climbing the stairs, I tried my best to be as relaxed as possible.
“Yes I do. It’s old fashioned—”
“No, I like it. Everything sounds better on vinyl anyway,” she said, running her hands over my collection.
“I always say that, but no one believes me with their smart phones,” I snickered.
She stopped sifting through the pile and gasped. Then, she wordlessly lifted a record from the stack and held it up to her face. Her entire expression transformed into something I couldn’t quite decipher.
“Curtis Mayfield — a Curtis Mayfield album!” she crooned.
“You know Curtis Mayfield?” I asked, kind of surprised.
Most people didn’t listen to music like that anymore, unless of course, it was in a commercial.
She looked at me like I was crazy. “Talk about soundtrack to my childhood! My grandmother was big on records. You really have a cool collection here.”
“Thank you, music’s a hobby of mine.”
“And your first love is books I’m guessing?” She laughed, looking at all the books I had scattered everywhere. “Law books too.”
“You got me. I’m really a nerd.”
She laughed and it was beautiful. Her whole face seemed to beam. “Six pack abs, plays the guitar, listen to records, and is a book nerd… better watch out or I might just start to like you.”