Once Upon A Kiss

A Kiss to Build a Dream On

I woke up to the life-affirming smell of coffee. Hmmm, coffee...

I live alone. Who is making coffee? The sudden thought had me sitting up in bed wide awake. The tousled bed sheets and the various articles of clothing scattered about the room told the story. Immediately, flashes of entwined naked limbs, our writhing bodies flashed in my mind's eye...oh. I pressed my hands to my face. What have I done? I slept with a man who had commitment written all over him, one who had been a virgin who was already much too attached. Ugh. I got out of bed, pulled a shirt over my nakedness and marched into the kitchen. Only to stop dead in my tracks.

Osman was humming a tune facing the stove, shirtless and wearing low slung jeans that molded lovingly to his perfect ass. His back was a work of art, lightly muscled with just the perfect amount of definition. I noticed the small red marks marred the smooth skin and flinched at my obvious loss of control. I never lost control. What was happening to me?

He turned at my small sound of distress and smiled his panty-melting smile. If I had been wearing any they would have disintegrated.

"Günaydın. Breakfast is ready"

He was dazzling. There was no other word for it. He also wore his heart on his sleeve. I had no wish to break that fragile heart so I should nip this in the bud before he got hurt. I should. I would.

"Where did you get all of this?" I said instead. I gestured to the spread of food on the table. He certainly didn't find any of it in my kitchen. I survived on coffee and takeout.

"I went grocery shopping while you slept and stocked your refrigerator. All you had was wine and one olive. One olive." He laughed, dimples flashing, while he served me breakfast.

I was dizzy. I felt disoriented. I wanted to jump on him and push him away at the same time.

"I don't eat breakfast," I said tersely. Taking refuge in surliness to hide my discomfort.

"Coffee, then," he offered. His smile dimming.

And I felt like I'd just kicked a puppy. My stomach took that moment to announce its displeasure at being denied the delicious smelling food. I took a seat at the table.

"Fine," I grumbled. "But I have to leave soon or I'll be late to work and I'm never late for work."

His smile lit up again and my heart took a dive.

He brought over two plates and took a seat next to me. I eyed his naked chest as he ate.

"Can you put on a shirt?" I snapped.

"Nope, you're wearing it. Looks better on you," he smirked.

I looked down nonplussed.

Wearing his shirt, him cooking me breakfast. This was as far from a sex-only arrangement as one can get. I decided it was time to make the rules clear to him. I stood up and opened my mouth to speak but before I could say a word, I was surrounded by six feet of very amorous male.

God but the man could kiss. He lifted his lips from mine.

"I can almost hear your brain spinning," he whispered against my lips, his hands framing my face gently. "There's no rush, no need to affix a label to this if it makes you uncomfortable. I'm a patient man. I can wait as long as you need."

He sat back down but pulled me between his legs wrapped his arms around my waist and buried his face in my chest.

"Just don't push me away, tamam?" His vulnerability disarmed me.

I buried my lips in his hair and held him close, feeling completely helpless in the onslaught of emotion. This man was a clear and present danger to my ovaries.

"You are an excellent cook and an amazing kisser. Is there anything you don't do well?" I quipped trying to lessen the emotional impact he was having on me.

"Hmmm, I am also an excellent lover don't forget"

"Let's not get ahead of ourselves," I said breathlessly while his lips were doing delicious things to my neck.

In a lightning-quick move, he grabbed my hands and manacled them behind my back, eyes smoldering.

"Maybe I should refresh your memory."

I gasped when he stood and pushed his hardness against me.

"Pleasing you is all I want to do," he whispered hotly in my ear, "and if being in control is what you crave, then it's what I crave too. But I think that sometimes you get tired of it. It's okay for you to let your guard down around me. It's okay for you to let me love you."

I pushed my hips against his desperately seeking more contact.

"Take me to bed, Osman", I said a little desperately.

"You'll be late for work," his wicked whisper brushed my lips.

I tore my hands from his grasp and climbed him like I'd been dying to do from the moment I walked into the kitchen. He pushed me against the wall.

"Inside me. Now," I gasped between soul-destroying kisses.

And for the first time in my entire adult life, I was late for work and I could not have cared less.