Chapter 5
Nodding her head as she frantically flung her arms around his neck, her kiss captured his tongue.
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“I could get used to you,” he said. “Why did we wait so long?” Turning away from him even as she kept cuddling into his chest, Tasha kissed his shoulders and gave him her own smirk.
“Better late than never, right,” she said as she recovered her senses. When she was able to focus once more, there was nothing to do but look at him.
“Can you stay?” he said. “I… I don’t want to let you go. Not just yet.” In that moment, in her mind, it was a matter of never, and as soon as she nodded, he found his way to his feet and lifted her up in his arms.
“Perfect,” he purred as he kissed the top of her head. “Let’s get a little more comfortable.”
“Now that sounds perfect,” she said as she claimed his lips and rested her head in the crook of his neck.
She lingered with him for the better part of Sunday. His king-sized bed with the silk sheets felt sweet against her skin, and when the man brought her coffee and croissants on a silver tray, Tasha had to wonder if she had stepped into a fantasy without looking.
“I could get used to this,” she said as she spread some jam on the fluffy bread and took a quick bite. His fingers caught the excess threatening to dribble down her chin, and he offered his hand as soon as she swallowed.
“I think this is yours,” he said. “Do you want to finish it? Or shall I?” As much as she wanted to watch his lips curve, Tasha obeyed and felt the tiny raspberry seeds touching her tongue before he eased his body back to the pillows and stroked her bare arm.
“I like being with you,” he said. “What are you doing tomorrow?”
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“Work,” she said as she rolled her eyes but finally smiled. “But most of the time it hardly feels like that.”
“And why is that?” he asked as he perched up on his elbow and twirled one braid around his long finger. “Pay can’t be all that great.”
“There are other things in this life besides cash, Smith,” she said. “I like being with the kids. Watching them understand. Not just learn but seeing them get why one and two becomes three. Or comprehend letters on the page.” She waited for him to ask her more, but he fell back to the pillows and looked up at the skylight carved into the ceiling.
“Why are you so quiet?” she asked. “Something I said?” He took her hand even as he denied her his eyes.
“Nothing,” he started. “I mean it’s… it sounds nice. Do you ever think of taking your work home with you?”