Page 94 of Fighting the Pull
She might be glaring at him, but he had Cute Elsa now. Wearing a pale pink silk nightie that had spaghetti straps and delicate cream lace at the top, her hair back in a ponytail, her face clean of makeup, residual sleep and a recent orgasm making her eyes lazy, her lips pinker than normal and swollen from sucking him off.
He bent in, gave those lips a closed-mouth kiss, then moved to grab a washcloth to clean his cum off his stomach.
Last night, when he’d carried her bag up, she’d trailed him and put her cosmetics bags by the basin he didn’t use. Now she dug through one to get her toothpaste and toothbrush.
He closed the door on the toilet, did his business, came out, washed his hands, splashed water on his face, wiped it off then went to her.
He got behind her where she was brushing her teeth, kissed her shoulder and said, “I’ll go make coffee.”
She spit quickly and replied, “You don’t have to get up with me, Hale. It’s early. You can go back to bed.”
“Yeah. And I can make you coffee. Which is what I’m gonna do. Take a shower, help yourself to whatever you need. Coffee will be ready when you are.”
Before she could say anything else, he left the bathroom.
* * *
“Travel or regular mug?”he asked as she walked down the stairs wearing all black, except the white Nikes with leopard print swoops on her feet.
She was carrying her bag.
He frowned at the bag.
“I’m sorry, honey, but travel,” she answered. “Our extracurriculars have put me off schedule so I need to scoot.”
“Leave the bag,” he ordered.
“What?” she asked as she made the kitchen.
“Leave the bag. I’m here the rest of the week. And I’m cooking for you tonight.”
She looked at him under her lashes. “Are you now?”
“Yup.”
She laughed silently, her shoulders shaking with it.
But she also dropped her bag.
He prepared her coffee then started to wrap the bagel he made for her in a paper towel.
“You made me a bagel too?”
“Sesame. Medium whipped cream cheese. Hope that’s cool.”
“That’s my favorite.”
“I guessed right then.”
She was watching him with a funny look on her face when he came around the island and gave her the mug and bagel.
He then cupped her jaw and ran his thumb along her cheekbone.
“You all right?” he asked quietly.
“I’m great,” she answered.
“I mean after what you learned last night.