Touch Me (You & Me 2)

She grinned and walked towards him, kissing him on the lips before moving to pour her own cup. “I might be persuaded to do that.”

He set the cup down and wrapped his arms around her waist, his pelvis pushed against her butt as he nuzzled on her neck. “I could work it off with sex.”

“Deal. I will get you all the coffee in the world,” she said, gasping when his teeth clamped down on her neck in a playful bite, before sucking the sensitive skin into his mouth.

“Breakfast is ready. Have a seat,” he said, releasing her and moving back to the stove to flip the omelet.

She grabbed a couple plates out of a cupboard and set them down before grabbing forks and pulling a bottle of orange juice from the fridge.

They sat at the little round table in her tiny dining area and enjoyed their breakfasts. It was easy being with her, joking about nothing in particular and talking about plans for the day. His hand reached out and held hers.

“Can I drive you to work?” he asked, wanting to spend as much time with her as he could.

At least that’s what he told himself. Truthfully, he felt he needed to protect her. He didn’t know what was going on, but he sensed something was still off. It could be the residual effects of her most recent beating, but he had a feeling the situation wasn’t as resolved as she insisted. He’d thought about hiring a security detail for her. They could be discreet, but he had a feeling with the way she was constantly looking around, she would notice, and she’d be pissed.

“That’d be nice. I would appreciate that,” she said with a smile.

He nodded his head. “Great. What time do you need to be there?”

She glanced at the clock on the wall. “I should probably finish getting ready. We have an hour, but traffic can make the drive rough some mornings.”

He laughed. “Not for me.”

She raised one of her sculpted eyebrows. “Really? You have some secret passages or what?”

He nodded his head. “I do, actually. I know this city like the back of my hand. I learned a long time ago how to avoid the main arterials. Just because the speed limit says fifty-five or seventy, it doesn’t get you there any faster. In this city, the long way around is actually the short cut.”

“I’ll take your word for it. Maybe you could hold a class for some of the cabbies, too. I think some of them could benefit from your secret knowledge.”

He chuckled, standing and picking up her empty plate as he moved to the sink. “I’m sure they know, but they have to make a living. The longer you’re in the car, the more they make, even if it’s sitting in traffic.”

“Aha! I get it now!” she said playfully, pushing me away from the sink.

“Hey, what are you doing?”

“You cooked. I’m cleaning up. Go get some clothes on before you make me late for work. I can’t have you strutting around in those too-tight boxers. All I can think about is ripping them off you,” she said in a husky voice.

It was an idea he’d been tossing around since his eyes had first popped open that morning. He grabbed her hand and brought it to his crotch, letting her feel him through the cotton fabric, his dick stirring to life at her touch and close proximity.

“We could make it a quickie,” he suggested hopefully.

Her eyes dropped to his mouth before giving him a quick kiss. “There is no quickie when it comes to you. We’ll both be late for work at the rate we’re going. Go,” she ordered in a stern voice, pointing to her bedroom.

He briefly pouted, earning him a playful scowl and more vigorous pointing. Laughter bubbled up as he strolled towards her room, stopping once to look back at her. She was watching him walk away. He turned to look back at her, cupping himself and waggling his eyebrows.

“You sure?”

“You’re bad. So, so bad,” she grumbled, and turned her back to him as she got busy with the dishes.

He strolled into the room, a little disappointed there wouldn’t be any morning quickie, but understood her reasoning. The suitcase caught his eye once again. As he dressed, he thought about what it could mean. Maybe, just maybe, she was packing a few things to take to his house. Not likely, but it was possible.

He wasn’t going to say anything about it. It wasn’t his place to ask her to stay. If she was afraid for her life, he would not ask her to stay and jeopardize it. He wished like hell she would let him help her but wasn’t going to push. A heavy hand would send her running in the opposite direction.

He quickly dressed, not bothering to button his shirt all the way up

. He sat down on her bed, watching her put on a little makeup, covering the bruise on her face before turning to face him.

“Ready,” she announced.