Life After Dark: Book Two of the Dark Series

Chapter 70

Jason rolled over onto his side and sighed. A sleepy smile was on his lips and in his brilliant blue eyes as he opened them and greeted the morning. His hand rested on Keesha's thigh and when he began to stroke it, she sighed in her sleep which brought a grin to his face. He lived for those mornings when they could just sleep in, laze the morning away in each other's arms, making love. The last four weeks had been pure bliss. Jason couldn't remember a time when he'd been happier. Being with Keesha and knowing that she loved him made Jason feel as if he was the happiest man in the world. Aw, ain't love grand, he thought with a contented sigh.

As he watched her sleep, he willed her to wake up, but he knew she wouldn't. She'd had quite a night, he remembered, giving himself an imaginary pat on the back. She wouldn't wake up any time soon. He gave her thigh another caress as he leaned over her to brush her slightly parted lips with an all too brief kiss. Then, slowly and carefully, he eased himself off the bed. A soft moan was the only indication that Keesha knew that something had changed as she remained in her dream world.

Jason shivered as he left the warmth of the bed. Grabbing his navy-blue terry cloth robe from the chair, he quickly covered his nude form and quietly left the bedroom, closing the door shut behind him.

Keesha's apartment was filled with moving boxes some empty and some full, but Jason was able to make a bee-line to Michael's crib, which was in what used to serve as the dining area, without any problems. Jason found the baby sound asleep. Michael only stirred a little bit when Jason adjusted his blanket and placed a kiss on his forehead. Soon, he'd have his own room with lots of children to laugh and play with, Jason thought as he padded away from the sleeping infant and headed to the kitchen.

The low rumble of Jason's stomach reminded him that it was time for breakfast. With their move scheduled for the next day, the refrigerator and cupboards were practically bare except for one particular item. Jason's oranges. He couldn't get enough of them, and he always made sure that they were always in supply. Once when they were grocery shopping, he caught Keesha eyeing the display of apples. He quickly pulled her away as she laughingly explained to him that they were red and delicious and were supposed to be eaten at least once a day. He only grimaced in reply as he grabbed a bag of oranges and quickly left the produce section. She didn't understand why he disliked apples so much, and neither did he. He just knew he did and that if he had his way, neither he, Keesha, nor Michael would never eat any again.

Pulling the bowl closer to him, Jason grabbed a couple of oranges and quickly washed them. After drying them off, he peeled one and placed it on a plate. He then placed the plate and the other orange on a tray, grabbed a couple of napkins and padded back to the bedroom.

He was surprised to see that Keesha had rolled over in her sleep. He was used to her sleeping patterns and he was a little sad that he hadn't been around when her sleeping position changed because she would have certainly be draped across him had he been there. His sadness disappeared and was replaced by desire as she shifted again, causing the sheet to move and revealing her perfect bare breasts to his greedy blue eyes. A small gasp escaped from his lips and her eyes slowly fluttered open. "Jason," she smiled lazily as she focused on him.

He smiled back at her and after placing the tray at the foot of the bed, he sat down next to her. "Good morning, Sleeping Beauty," he said, leaning over her as he greeted her with a good morning kiss. The kiss was deep and pleasurable for both and ended too soon for his liking. "I made breakfast," he said as he sat up straight.

"Let me guess," Keesha said with a teasing smile. Her eyes moved to the ceiling as she considered the possibilities and after a few seconds of pondering, she looked at him and said, "Oranges."

"That's right, baby," he said happily as he stretched to retrieve the tray.

Keesha took his momentary distraction as an opportunity to cover herself up and gaze at him. His blonde hair was somewhat mussed, reminding her of the passionate night they had shared. His hard, muscled thigh peeked at her from beneath the robe, daring her to touch it. She lost the dare and her hand found itself trailing a path from his knee back to up to his upper thigh. She felt him shiver and she smiled to herself.