Rippp!
"What the fuck?"
I shot upright in shocked surprise. The chilled night air was startling on my bare flesh. I gazed out in breathless fear at the dark shadow looming over me. The pants of hot air puffed over my face.
"I told you," he said darkly. "No clothes in bed."
It took a while for my sleep befuddled brain to catch up on his meaning. Then I looked down at my gaping bodice barely discernable in the dark and chuckled.
The hilarity of the moment was clearly lost on Eric, who had expected me to act fighting furious over his assault on my clothing. Only it wasn't my clothing.
It was his.
And very likely very expensive also.
My chuckles grew louder till I was laughing outright. The light snapped on a moment later and after an initial silence profanities ensued causing me to burst in hilarity once more.
Oh this was too rich.
"Wha... what was this? Armani?" I gasped out finally, after getting a grip on my hilarity. My hands reaching up to fingers the silken texture. I hadn't skimped on my shirt selection this morning. Choosing his most expensive dinner shirt as my attire for the day.
"I can't bloody tell," he muttered shrugging helplessly.
In its tattered state, the shirt was unrecognisable. Turning onto all fours, I lifted my ass, still chuckling, and offered,"Did you want to tear off your boxers too?"
More explicits and mutterings ensued. I was still shaking from laughter when I felt his fingers at my waistband trying to urge it off.
"Uh uh," I dodged his advances and shook my head reprovingly. "You'll have to tear it off if you want it off."
"Jo," he whined plaintively. "Don't be a pain. You know I don't shop cheaply."
I knew and didn't rightly care. My stubborn expression clearly said so.
With a sigh, he tugged me off balance till I squirmed inelegantly on the bed. Tugging me again, I ended up cuddled in his arms. It was really nice and I was in danger of getting too comfortable.
Gritting my teeth in determination, I shoved at his chest till he released me from his hold.
"You surely couldn't have expected me to remain here in your arms when you just tore off my clothes," I stated incredulously.
There was a minute pause before he said just as incredulously," But it was my shirt that got torn."
I bit my lip to hold back a grin and stated firmly," Its the principle that matters."
So saying I ignored his protests and made my own room and bed.... only to regret my actions a short later. Tossing and turning, I found I couldn't sleep. I was too wide awake. Alert. Excited even.
Then also, my pillows were missing. All bundled up as they were on Eric's bed. Just an added temptation for me to head on down there and retrieve... something.
Oh god...
I tossed and turned some more before I gave up the fight and with a muffled oath, I snuck silently out of my room and made it to his. All on tippy toes.
"Did you simply come here to RTF?"
The voice rang out deep and throaty out of the dark. I yelped in surprise then turned to the bed enquiringly.
"Huh?"
"Return to fuck." Eric clarified.
I cringed at that and shook my head mutely. The man was incorrigible. But he was right. That was exactly why I was here.
I mumbled my response.
"Sorry, I didn't get that."
I threw a fulminating glare skywards then cleared my throat and said simply,"Yep."
I fell into bed beside him. Glad I missed a bruising from accidentally landing on him. My hand reached out to locate my abandoned pillows and I dragged them close. Puffed them up before tossing my head onto their soft contours.
Eric reached out to run his hand over my shoulder and drop a moist kiss onto my back. I felt instantly loved and adored. Whether that feeling was real, I didn't know and at this moment
.. I didn't even care.
I allowed him to turn me over then out of sheer greed, I gave myself the license to indulge. And indulge we did. Slow and sensual heat drove our languid love making. The urgency only caught up to us towards the end where sweat slicked and soping wet, we slapped our sexs together in a rousing abrasion that initiated the spiraling end of our pleasure.
I woke up in the morning to find Eric plodding about the room fresh from the shower and busy getting dressed.
"Where is my purse anyway?"
"Its under your bed"
"But I looked over there and it wasn't."
"It is now."
"And my phone too?"
"Oh yes."
I watched silently as he moved about drawing up his pants. Then I got out of bed myself and made for the bathroom. When I next emerged, he was already in the kitchen sipping freshly brewed coffee.
I joined him for a cup then dug out a skillet to scrambled eggs for both of us.
"I used your credit card yesterday," I found myself saying. "And your car too."
"I would have been surprised if you hadn't," he grinned at me. "You even had me locked out of my own home." And I chuckled with him. That had been pure gold.
"Just don't make a habit of it." The glint of warning in his eyes was unmistakable. " Except the use of my car and credit card, of course."
He reached into his pocket to draw out his wallet. "Here. You will need to shop. There's a charity gala tonight and you will be my date."
