Sweet Nothings – Sweet Enough to Eat

“Oh yeah?” he closes his laptop, moves his paperwork and laptop to the coffee table. Luke’s body, that’s long and lean, prowls towards me, I look up at him, as he crouches down.

“Come on, Kinsley. You need the sleep, I see the tiredness in your eyes. But, feel free to stare at me as much as you want. In fact, I like knowing I have your undivided attention, on me, and only me.” His voice is deep, I can feel his heat, and he’s not even touched my body.

“I don’t want you to leave yet though,” I let out a frustrated moan.

“Not leaving you, I’m going to fall asleep with you in my arms. Nothing is going to happen, not yet at least. But baby, there was nothing better in my life than holding you all night long,” Luke croons.

His voice, so smooth, yet commanding. I nod my head and say, “Yes, please.”

Luke smiles, we both put our things away. Him making sure the front door is locked, me heading to my room to turn down the bed and take my mountain of pillows off the bed. Before Luke can make his way into my room, I grab a pajama set, go into the bathroom and do my night routine.

I do my routine of washing my face, brushing my hair, and throwing it in a messy bun. I don’t want it to get knotted up through the night. Then, I brush my teeth, and change.

By the time I make it out of the bathroom, I see Luke, he’s already in my bed. I’m really freaking glad I bought a king size bed when I moved out of my parents’ house and into my apartment.

He’s shirtless, his upper body is on full display, his lower half hidden beneath the sheets. The smile he has plastered across his face has me smiling, and letting go of my shyness.

“Comfortable?” I ask.

“Not yet, but as soon as you get in bed with me I will be.” Luke responds.

I make my way towards him, sliding in on the other side of the bed. His arms bring me in close to his body, “Sweet dreams, Kinsley,” he kisses the top of my head.

“Good night, Luke,” I say as another yawn takes over me. My eyes flutter shut, and I drift off to sleep, with a peacefulness in my soul.

14

Luke

This week has been hard after having Kinsley in my arms two nights in a row, it was hard for me to sleep without her. It sucked, but her early mornings and my late nights working, I knew our sleepovers would have to stop until both of us could make a few changes. Something that I’ve been working on today. But first I had to stop at Topped Off, not only to get my daily dose of coffee. What I’m really looking forward to though, it’s definitely seeing Kinsley, she’s become the brightest part of my day.

I walk into the coffee shop, she’s not behind the counter, but Kate is, “Hey, she’s in the office, Kins said to send you back when you got here.”

“Good morning. Thanks Kate,” I respond veering off to go and see my woman. Kinsley and Kate have been working on the shop all week getting it ready for Valentine’s Day. They have heart shaped streamers hanging every which way, red knick knacks that are heart shaped and spread throughout the bookshelves.

I’m not even halfway to her office when Kinsley comes out, launching herself straight into my arms.

“Good morning,” she murmurs as her lips find mine. The shy woman has now been replaced ever since I’ve shown her exactly what she means to me.

“That’s a hell of a good morning,” I say when we pull apart. Our foreheads meet one another’s.

“I hate not seeing you at night,” I grumble out.

“Me too, today though I’m sitting down with Kate and ironing out schedules and giving her the promotion she deserves. I suck at this business owner stuff at times,” Kinsley admits.

“Nah, things slip sometimes. Hell, even I make mistakes from time to time. Delegating isn’t my strong suit, but I’m going to make it my own priority as well. Not having you in my arms at night is getting annoying,” her legs are still wrapped around my body, as I carry her into the office.

It has me visualizing what she would look like in my office, spread out on my desk as I eat her like she’s my last meal.

“I guess we both need to work on that together,” Kinsley says as I sit down on the couch she has in her office.

“We will, I don’t have that much longer till I need to be in the office. How about you come over to my place tonight? I’ll get off work early, make us dinner, and you can stay at my place this time around,” I suggest.