I clear my throat. “How did you sleep last night?”
She hesitates for a second as a touch of blush hits her cheeks. “Great. Once I crawled under the blankets and settled in, I was out.”
I picture her upstairs, lying naked under the sheets and think about how soft her skin would feel against mine. I’d do anything to feel her soft skin and worship her the way she deserves. “That’s good.”
After I take a sip of my coffee, I offer to make her breakfast. Tatum sets down her iPad and I hold up a hand before she can argue.
“Let me. It’s hard to fuck up avocado toast with an egg. Even for me,” I reassure her.
“But not impossible,” she rebuttals. “That would be great, though. Thank you.”
I go to the kitchen and quickly prepare everything, then set the plates down on the table. Tatum grabs forks and napkins, then we sit. We make small talk, both of us ignoring the fact that our tongues were in each other’s mouths last night. Pretending that we didn’t want to bring this to the next level when it was more than obvious we did. Skirting around the elephant in the room becomes more difficult when the attraction is so damn undeniable.
Tatum laughs. “My sister was in a mood today.”
“Oh yeah? How so?” I ask. As she talks, I can’t help but notice how the sunlight reflects off her hair. Her complexion is smooth and perfect, and I love the way her lips tilt up when she says something amusing. When I look into her crystal blue eyes, I feel as if I’m lost at sea and never want to be found. Selfishly, I don’t give two shits when my apartment gets rebuilt because it means I get to spend more alone time with Tatum. Without her here, I’d probably be going crazy and be bored off my ass, but now I’m dreading the day we leave. Eventually, we’ll have to get back to our regular schedule again, but I hope I have enough time to crack open her hard exterior before that happens.
“You know what I mean?” she asks, taking a bite of avocado toast with an egg on top.
“Yeah, definitely.” I was so lost in my thoughts staring at her that I wasn’t listening. She doesn’t notice, though, because her gaze stayed locked on mine the entire time.
After we’re done eating, I clean up and meet her back at the table. She’s fully invested in something on the screen.
“Whatcha reading?” I ask, noticing she swipes through book pages.
“How to Get Away with Murder,” she states flatly.
I tilt my head at her and narrow my eyes. “Should I be hearing this? I don’t want to have to testify against you.”
Tatum snorts. “Nah. It’s just a self-help book.”
My brows shoot up.
“Kidding! I’m reading a romance book that sounded interesting.”
“Really? So you’re reading porn?”
She smirks. “I mean, some books are heavy on the sex scenes, but some focus more on the plot and characters. Just depends on the book, I guess. Though lately, I’ve been in the mood for spicy novellas. They’re quick reads with lots of hot scenes, and honestly, I’m a little jealous.”
My cock hardens at hearing her talk about this. I clear my throat again and adjust myself in my chair. “Hmm. Like what kinds of scenes?” All I’m picturing is the porn I used to watch where the pool boy gets seduced by the older woman whose husband was never home.
“There was this one where the hero and heroine did it against a wall. In a pool. In the back of a car. Basically, every surface they could find. But I can’t help feeling a little envious of how lucky this girl is. The way she explains it makes me think I’ve missed out on quite a lot.”
I palm my cock to tame it down. Now is not the time to get a boner.
“Maybe you should add it to your sex bucket list then,” I suggest. “Places to have sex before you die.”
She chews on the edge of her lip as if she’s making a mental note. “If you could do it anywhere, where would it be?” she asks.
“Hmm, that’s a hard one.” I scratch my cheek, thinking hard about it. “I’ve always wanted to join the mile high club and do it on an airplane.”
Tatum chuckles. “The bathrooms are so tiny, though. Makes me wonder how many times you’d smack your head.”
“That’s part of the allure. I like being adventurous, though.”
“One of my fantasies is oddly having sex in a public place,” Tatum admits, her cheeks burning bloodred. “Just the anticipation that you could get caught seems sexy and dangerous.”
She sucks in her lips, and I’m certain she squeezes her legs together. I don’t miss the way her nipples stand at attention. The fact that she’s not wearing a bra right now, and I can see through her white shirt is sexy as hell. Almost as if she wants me to notice.