Bad Boy Blues - Jessica Lemmon Page 0,26
of a temporary stop on her journey. She still did. But a miniature fresh start during the weeks she was here didn’t sound so bad, especially if it started, and ended, with Officer Brady Hutchins.
Chapter 14
After some spectacular couch sex, Elli and Brady ate pizza at the kitchen table. He’d talked about his friends in the Cove, his grandfather, and what he remembered of his parents. She told him about her own parents, admitting she felt ungrateful saying they sometimes drove her crazy.
He took the conversation in stride, the way he took everything. He listened and asked questions and listened some more. And then he took her down the hall and they had more spectacular sex, with her having three orgasms right in a row.
Right in a row.
Later as they lay in bed, he said, “You smile a lot more than you used to, Elli Bean. Like to think I have something to do with that.”
She was so unaccustomed to a guy being the reason she smiled she wasn’t sure what to say. But he wasn’t wrong. She smiled a lot more in Evergreen Cove, and he had a lot to do with the reason why.
The next week was a busy workweek for both of them. Cup of Jo’s kept her busy, and since there were a lot of summer events that required traffic and crowd control, Brady was scheduled at various venues.
Zack had unexpectedly asked her to trade shifts so she was free for the weekend, and debating texting Brady. He’d popped into Cup of Jo’s a few times during the week, but left quickly.
She vacillated over contacting him like life or death hung in the balance, her hesitation fueled by her own temporary status in the Cove. Just when was she supposed to break things off with him? Should she cut her losses now? Continue until the day she left? She had no idea what protocol was for a fling, though he probably did. Maybe she should ask him for advice.
After her shower, she dressed and wandered into the kitchen. She watched raindrops slide down the window over the sink and debated some more. To see him or not to see him, that was the question.
When she reached into a cabinet for the bag of Jo’s coffee beans, a knock sounded from the front door. It was too early for the mailman. Could be Lou, though she was more likely to come to the back patio.
Elli opened the front door and found Brady standing in the threshold, his hair styled neatly, raindrops darkening his shirt and dotting his arms.
“You weren’t at Jo’s.” He held up a tray with two coffee cups. “I’m delivering.”
“I traded shifts.” Her smile was back like he’d brought it with him. It was so easy to forget everything except how he made her feel when he was in front of her.
“Zack told me.” Brady caught her by the waist and kissed her. She melted into him. “You taste better than you look, and that’s saying something.”
“I’m wearing a sundress, no makeup, and my hair is wet,” she argued.
His eyes flared with heat. “Yeah. I see that.”
He kicked the door closed behind him, continuing to kiss her. She couldn’t resist him. Well, she could. She just didn’t want to.
“Coffee can wait,” she murmured against his mouth.
“Agree.” He set the tray on the breakfast bar in the kitchen before lifting her dress over her head. “No bra. I approve.”
He rewarded her choice by kissing her breasts, taking his time on her nipples. Quite possibly, this was better than drinking coffee, and she really, really liked her morning coffee. She was fuzzy without it. But she was fuzzy with him, too, only in that lovely, gauzy, orgasmic way.
Her pulse moved from her chest to pound between her legs. It was an ache that needed soothing, and Brady was just the man to do it.
“I didn’t like sex this much before you,” she said as she wrestled with his shirt. “What are you doing to me?”
“Flattery, Bean.” He whipped his shirt over his head and dropped it on the floor. Then he dipped his fingers into her panties. His touch had her bracing against the counter to hold herself up. He’d literally weakened her knees.
She shut out thoughts of the future. When she left town and no longer had a man show up to deliver coffee and an orgasm. Right now was about right now. She’d lived too many years reining herself in. This was her opportunity to