“Something I have learned about you, you’re grouchy in the morning.”
“I’m not grouchy in the morning,” I grouched.
His hands at my middle separated. One went to cup my breast, the other to cup between my legs.
“No, you’re grouchy al the time,” he said this like it was amusing.
I was only half paying attention. I was more interested in what his hands were doing. His fingers on one hand did a rol on my nipple as his other fingers pressed deep.
It felt nice.
My head fel back on his shoulder.
“I’ve also learned how to make you sweet,” he murmured against my cheek.
I had to admit, he’d definitely learned that.
I turned my head and ran my tongue down his neck.
I tasted water and Eddie, and I didn’t feel grouchy anymore.
* * * * *
After our somewhat prolonged and unbelievably enjoyable shower, I brushed my teeth, pul ed on some underwear and one of Eddie’s clean t-shirts and wandered into the kitchen to make coffee. I couldn’t find his coffee maker, in fact, I couldn’t find much of anything.
I went back to the bathroom, knocked on a door that was already opened and entered at Eddie’s cal . He was standing at the sink, wearing jeans and nothing else, shaving.
“I can’t find your coffee maker,” I said.
His eyes slid to me.
“I don’t have one.”
I stared.
Everyone had a coffee maker. This was America.
Even more, Eddie was a cop. Everyone knew cops drank lots of coffee and ate donuts.
I looked at Eddie’s rock-hard abs.
Okay, so maybe Eddie didn’t eat donuts.
I shook off my surprise.
“I can’t find your kettle or any instant,” I tried.
“I don’t have a kettle or instant coffee.” I kept staring.
“What do you do for coffee?”
His eyes went back to the mirror.
“I go to Fortnum’s.”
“Wel then, what do I do for coffee, like, right now?” I asked.
“Get ready for work?” he suggested.