The day took forever to end, and I pretended it was simply because I'd had a long day. It wasn't because Clay was lurking around all damn day. It wasn't because I couldn't settle on anything. And it DEFINITELY wasn't because I was looking forward to our 'date'.
I said goodbye to Rachel and Erin, smiling as they shot a look over my shoulder at Clay still seated at the counter. "It's fine, we're having a meeting." Rachel's grin grew and I fought hard against rolling my eyes. "Have a good night." Leave, now. Locking the door behind them, flipping the sign over, I turned around to see that he'd gotten to his feet. "I better make sure I turn off the lights," I started flipping switches as I walked through the shop, feeling him behind me and hoping against hope that my ass didn't look as huge as it felt right now.
"The shop opens at 7, what time do you have to be up?" He was asking as I unlocked the door downstairs that led to my apartment. Pretty sure that my stomach had been invaded by a flock of very excited hummingbirds, I climbed the stairs.
"I usually get downstairs around 4," my eyes closed at the fact that Clay's face was probably eye level with my ass as I climbed. Fucking giants. "Why ever do you ask?" It came out too husky to make my attempt at innocence sound believable.
Clay's deep chuckle had me shaking my head as I crossed the threshold to my apartment. I tossed my keys onto the coffee table and NEARLY began my routine of tossing off my clothes as I went through the rooms, but managed to stop myself when I remembered he was behind me. "What do you feel like having?" I tossed over my shoulder as I moved to the drawer I kept the take out menus in.
"For dinner?" I turned and saw his eyes roaming over my body. Damn it. "I told you, whatever you pick is fine, I'm more interested in AFTER dinner."
Shaking my head, I pulled all the menus out and leaned against the counter after I shut the drawer. "You know what?" His eyes met mine after taking another casual stroll down my length. "We could always have dessert first."
Clay moved faster than a man his size should be able to, but then again he kept managing to surprise me. His hands were around my waist and then his lips were on mine. If I'd thought the kiss that destroyed my scone was hot, boy was Clay holding out then. The menus were trapped between us, as were my hands clutching them, but my lips were very busy. Jesus.
"Dessert?" His breath fanned my lips as he came up for air. "You are pretty fucking sweet," and then he had me in his arms, moving toward the bedroom he'd scouted as I grabbed the crinkled menus between us. Lips sliding along my jaw, and then I was on the bed, and the menus were scattered. Fully clothed, Clay was hovering over me in a heartbeat. His lips met mine again, and my hands finally moved into his hair, clutching him to me harder than I'd gripped anything or anyone before.
Arching up into his body, smiling as his teeth nipped at my kiss swollen lip, I could FEEL him even more than I had when I grabbed for that fucking bag of coffee beans. He was hard and I was thinking that if the tiny brush from the back of my hand had made it burn and tingle, then feeling ALL of him, naked would probably make him right about how hot my bed was about to get.
Clay's fingers managed to come between our bodies and they worked to unbutton my shirt as mine released his head and were yanking at his black suit jacket. Our arms and hands nearly got us tangled in the clothing we were trying to remove, but we managed. Then his button down, which I had to fight just ripping open, buttons be damned, followed by my bra. Our pants, zippers coming down and buttons being torn free, joined the growing pile. Panties? Gone. Boxers? A memory. And then, in the middle of my bed, surrounded by every menu for every restaurant in town, Clay slid into my body and we both moaned so loudly that I was very glad that I lived over a closed coffee shop and not in an apartment building.
"Fuck," I gasped, and he smiled down at me and complied with what he took as a request.
I'd go into graphic detail, but honestly it was so hot that even reliving it safely would make the world combust, again. It didn't matter if he was on top or if he rolled and gave me full reign, I still managed to lose count of how many times I saw stars and flames and fireworks. It didn't matter that by the time we finished, half of the menus were destroyed and the others were almost unreadable, because I knew that we'd have more dessert later. All that mattered was that Clay and I had somehow made my bed feel like the flickering flames of hell, but we managed to make it out alive and the bed was unscathed. There was a moment, toward the last round that an ominous creaking began, but a slight shift from him and it stopped. Or I went deaf, whichever.
What did we have for dinner? Food, I imagine. It didn't matter, like he'd said earlier that day, because once it was delivered, we ate while completely naked and it could have been cardboard, because all we both wanted was another serving of dessert and boy oh boy did we get it.
I fell asleep in Clay's arms, and was surprised when my alarm clock went off at three in the morning to find him still wrapped around me. I had a feeling, and it was a lurking one, that Clay rarely woke up with the women he 'took to dinner', with Asha possibly being the exception. As I rolled over to turn off the alarm, his hands were pulling me back once the noise stopped.
"Ugh," he groaned, his lips meeting the back of my neck. "Is it time to get up already?" I smiled as his fingers were sliding down my sides.
"Seems like at least part of you is already up, Clay." I rolled my backside against him, and felt how hard he was, causing a deep moan from his lips.
His lips stayed on my neck while his hand slid lower, down my thigh and to my knee, lifting it to hook over his, opening me up for him. His fingers slid back, dipping between my legs to see if he was the only one 'awake'. "And you're ready for the day too," a tiny nip and his hand was replaced by the first part of Clay to wake up.
Dessert for breakfast? Yes, please.