Aerin

“Are you really a red-head?”

Harley smirked and balanced the saucer of the cappuccino she’d made for me on my knees.

“Couldn’t tell even from everything we did last night?” she asked, after taking a sip from her own cup, head cocked to one side, a small, knowing smile playing on her mouth.

There was a sleepy look around her warm hazel eyes and the lapels of her white kimono robe had opened slightly as she adjusted her seating position so that she could tuck one ankle under the thigh of her other leg. The sexy curves of her breasts peeked out, beckoning my hands, my mouth.

Everything we did last night, she asks. Despite “everything we did last night” my hands itched to roam all over soft skin again, especially now that she was looking the part of weak, vulnerable sex kitten. She licked off a spot of froth from her upper lip, caught my hungry look, and winked slowly.

“Yeah, couldn’t tell,” I responded, fighting to control my wayward impulses, and refocused on the rim of the cup she’d handed me as I took a long drink of the cappuccino. I strove to look anywhere but at her face, her body, her mouth — trying to reduce the effect of her presence on my vulnerable senses with some mental tricks I’d picked up over the past year. I buried my nose into the cup as I drank, inhaling the invigorating java smell deeply so that my nose wouldn’t be filled with her intoxicating scent.

Unfortunately, I couldn’t control my hands, which shook as I gripped both the saucer balanced on my upturned knees and the cup-handle of the bone china she’d selected to serve the cappuccino in this morning. As I drew an unsteady breath in I thought idly, “Whatever did I do with these hands before they’d ran over her soft, silky skin all night last night? How did they cope all this time without having her breasts to caress, to squeeze, and fill with their soft, desirable flesh?”

I felt the bed dip and sway as I focused with all my might on the cappuccino, intent on not looking at her.

She tugged on the backs of my legs so that they would lay flat on the bed, and as I finished licking the last of the froth from the sides of the cup I was using as a shield against the temptation of her body, she pulled on the cup and saucer as well.