Chapter 18: The Morning After

The next morning came far too soon. The sun had risen beckoning in faint streaks of light throughout the room signaling that it was time for me to join the living. I didn't have to look behind me to know that Taylor was still asleep, soft snores were still coming from him, it was cute almost. I removed the layer of covers shielding me, and got out of bed. I had to admit that I felt a slight chill without the warmth of Taylor's solid form next to me, and wanted to get back in bed, but a shower was much needed. So I headed to the bathroom, leaving Taylor to rest.

I stood under the water allowing it to rain down on me. As I proceeded to wash my body memories of last night racked my brain. His voice was still fresh in my mind and his touch could still be felt on my skin almost as if those muscular arms had never released me. Every time I allowed Taylor of drift into my memory, a small smile formed on my face. Good thing no one was watching, because I would have looked like a lunatic standing there smiling out of the blue.

After I washed my hair, I cut the water off and got out of the shower. I took one towel and wrapped it around me, and used another to dry my hair. When I opened the door to re-enter my room, I saw Taylor was still sleeping, but in a new position. Instead of being on his side, he was sprawled out on his stomach taking up most of the bed. I shook my head and quietly went over to my drawer to find something to wear. I threw on my bra and panties, a pair of lounge shorts and matching camisole. After dressing the next thing on my agenda was cleaning up the mess Taylor made. I looked down and saw all of my moisturizers, perfumes, makeup and etc, laying in a scattered mess on the floor. I bent down, gathering them in my arms and placed them back on top of the dresser, I decided to arrange them later. So I wrapped my semi damp hair in a ponytail and went off in the direction of the kitchen.

There was no aroma of coffee in the air, so I knew Adrian wasn't up yet. The girl couldn't start her day without her daily dose of caffeine. It was late, but still early enough for breakfast. I felt like I kind of owed Taylor, after all he did cook me breakfast, even if I didn't respond so well to it. So I started the coffee pot and got the waffle maker going. I didn't know if he was a pancake person or a waffle person, I liked the latter, so waffles it was. One thing I did know was that he liked eggs, so I scrambled a few. When everything was done I carried the food back to the bedroom to see if Taylor was up yet. When I opened the door, the first thing I was greeted by was his soft snores as he laid there on his back. I smiled as I walked over to him and got up on the bed to straddle the sleeping man. He stirred a bit when our bodied touched almost throwing me off of him. This guy was strong even when unconscious. As I sat there, I couldn't help but stare at Taylor. He looked so calm and peaceful, all of that made him even more attractive in my eyes. I leaned forward and began placing kisses on his neck and chest. A groggy moan escaped his lips, and I knew he was coming to. That's when I felt his hands lock around my hips, and before I knew it, I was being flipped on my back and pinned down to the bed.

I giggled at the transfixed, half awake half sleep expression on his face as he stared me down with my body trapped beneath his. "Good morning Taylor."

Taylor didn't smile, nor did he budge, he just held me there. His eyes roved over my body, and back up to my face. "What did you think you were doin'?" he asked.

The gruffness of his delectable voice sent shivers up my spine as I listened to him. "I was just trying to wake you up." I replied feeling a throbbing between my legs that wasn't there before.

There was a pounding in my heart when his facial expression changed. The corners of his mouth twitched shifting from a blank stare, to a full on grin. "That's it, you sure about that?" he asked. I nodded while trying to get out from under him. When he felt me rise up, he pressed his pelvis into me, and locked my hands on both sides of my head. "It's not good to lie to me Gia." He said in a dead serious tone. Taylor and I gazed at each other, both of us brandishing a knowing smirk. He then lowered his head to kiss me, and I gladly returned it. Once he released my hands, they instinctively reached out for him, wrapping around his neck.

Things were heating up pretty fast. His tongue slipped into my mouth to massage mine as his hand slowly moved up my stomach leaving small goose bumps along the way. He stopped once he reached his destination sliding his hand under my bra. I cooed and moaned in his ear while he sucked and kissed on my neck. The stiffness of his hardening shaft began to grind against me and my hips involuntarily bucked against his. I knew I was encouraging him with my moans and withering body, but this had to end here or else we'd be locked up in this room for another hour.

"As much as I'm enjoying this Taylor, and believe me, I am. We really need to stop." I said placing my hands on his shoulder.

A growl like sound vibrated on my neck as Taylor spoke, "Come on Gia, I thought we were through with that stop and go shit." His head lifted up to stare me straight in the eyes, and his jaw was set looking slightly annoyed. "You shouldn't start things you can't finish."

I smiled watching the deepening creases in his forehead. "I said we should stop because I made breakfast, and it's getting cold."

Taylor looked over at the bedside table and saw the tray with breakfast on it and a cup of coffee. "You cooked for me?" He looked at me almost amazed that I would do that.

"Yes, so can we eat now?"I replied. He gazed at me in wonderment. Just when I thought he had drifted off to la la land, he surprised me with a passionate kiss before rolling off of me.

Taylor sat back against the headboard with two pillows behind him and then reached over and sat the tray on his lap. He wasted no time digging his fork into his food. I watched Taylor, trying to gauge his reaction as he bit into the food. "This is good." He turned his head to face me giving a small nod.

I couldn't help my face lighting up. "Thanks, I'm glad you like it." I replied giving him a light kiss on the lips.

"You know, I didn't take you for the cooking type." He said before stuffing his mouth with food.

"Oh yeah, well what type do you take me for?" I asked. He sat his fork down and appeared to be thinking about what I just asked him. I grabbed his fork and started to pick at his eggs waiting for him to respond.

"Oh I don't know, all business, all the time. You wake up, punch some shit in on your computer, go to work, punch some more shit on your computer, go home, go to bed just to do it all over again. And if you do find the time to eat, it's something that's been delivered or microwaved…. am I right?" Taylor asked with a quirked eyebrow.

"You think you're so smart don't you?" I asked and got a shoulder shrug for a response. "Well I got news for you Taylor Reese; you don't know a damn thing about me."

"Really? Okay, then name one thing you've done since you been in New York, that didn't involve work… besides screwing me." Taylor flashed his knowing smirk.

That cocky grin was contagious; I had to do my best to hide a smirk of my own. "Very funny smart ass." I said hitting his arm playfully.

Taylor took the tray from his lap and sat it back on the table. Taylor's playful expression changed into a more thoughtful one as he stared at me. "I want you to come somewhere with me tonight."

"Why should I?" I asked and folded my arms across my chest.

"Because I don't know a damn thing about you, and I want to change that." He replied throwing my previous words back at me.

"What about the costume party tonight?" I had been planning this party every since I started managing the club. This was going to be a huge event that I couldn't miss.

"We'll leave the early." Taylor insisted.

I sat there thinking about what he was asking. We've never been on a real date before, so it was actually tempting. "And just where will we be going?"

"Don't worry about it, are you coming or not?"

"Do you ask all your women out on dates like this?"

"Nope, just the ones that asks too many questions." Taylor kissed my forehead and got up from the bed.