Sex Unlimited(44)

“Candace?” He lowers his head some and eyes me. “Are you not talking this morning? Are you one of those that need their coffee first?”

I reach out with my forefinger and place it in the center of his chest. “You are bad and you know exactly what you were doing coming out here like this.” I drag my finger slowly down to the top of where the towel is resting and cut my eyes back up to his, grinning.

“I don’t know what you mean,” he teases.

“Uh huh, sure you don’t. I know what’s under this towel and you standing here in my kitchen looking like you do right now has everything to do with me being speechless. Coffee isn’t even a second thought at the moment.”

He steps in closer to me. “Is that so?” He takes my face between his hands. Our bodies are pressed together now and instantly I feel his hardened cock against my stomach. “How about a good morning kiss before morning coffee?”

I smile and lean in toward his lips with mine. “I take that as a yes,” he whispers just before our mouths collide in the softest, most sensuous dance I’ve ever felt in a kiss before—almost as if we are breathing new life into one another. We kiss deeply and longingly. His hands move back, entangling in my hair and I wrap my arms around him as tight as I can. With every moan, lick, and tug of our lips we give to the other in a selfless ebb and flow of unspoken promises. Maybe this is what a Brisban love feels like. Falling for him feels like the giving and receiving of a gift all in one.

As soon as our lips part I want them back together. I want more of him in every way I can get. It’s never enough yet always enough. He rests his forehead against mine. “Thank you, Candace.”

Confused, I lean away. “For what? I didn’t do anything.”

He smiles softly. “You silly, wonderful woman.” He shakes his head a little. “You’ve done everything. Yesterday was the second hardest day of my life and, because of you, I’m not a crumbled, broken man today. Because of you I’ve lived my days since we met with a sense of purpose. The black hole I’d fallen into was deep. You provided me with a rope and day by day I’ve climbed out of a place I never want to be again. Don’t you get it?” He pauses and I try to maintain my composure. “You’ve given me hope again. A person without hope is perpetually lost. Hope is a gift and it fires the desires for more in life. You’ve done that for me and there will never be enough words for me to tell you how grateful I am to have found you.”

There’s so much I want to say to him but the overwhelming urge to hug him and cry takes over. I lunge at him and wrap my arms tightly around his neck. Burying my face in his bare warm chest, I begin to sob.

He caresses my back. “Why are you crying? Please don’t cry.”

I shake my head. “They’re happy tears.” I sniffle and let out a laugh. “I’m sorry. It’s just so many feelings overlapping. I don’t know whether I want to laugh, cry, or rip this damn towel off you.”

He bursts out laughing and runs his hands up and down my arms. “Ripping the towel off isn’t necessary. I’m more than happy to remove it for you.”

I give him a mischievous grin. “I bet you would. But how about coffee first?” I turn around, grazing his waist, just barely, with my ass as I lean over to pick up the cups of coffee.

“You’re not making this any easier by doing that.”

I turn around and hand him his cup. “That’s what you get for coming out here,” I look him up and down, “like that.”

He leans his hip against the counter and takes a sip of his coffee. His nose crinkles up and he gulps hard.

“What’s wrong? Is it no good? I just bought it this week.”

He shakes his head. “No, I’m sure it’s fine. I don’t drink black coffee, that’s all.”

I giggle. “Oh, you’re a cream and sugar man, huh? I would’ve never thought that.”

“I would’ve never thought you to be a black coffee girl, either. You didn’t have black coffee at brunch on the day we met.”

Wow, he remembers what I had at brunch that day? What man remembers little details like that?

Brisban does. That’s what kind of man.

“You have a great memory.”

I pull the sugar out and walk over to the refrigerator to get the creamer.

“I’ve taken note of everything about you since we met.”

All I have is Hazelnut creamer, only keeping it for when Janette came over. “This is all I have,” I say handing it to him. “And I wish I would’ve known you were taking notes. Maybe I would’ve given you more to take note of.”