When Ross broke the kiss eventually, we both fought for breath.
“That was really very good,” I mumbled. I backed away as his hands released me.
Ross looked mortified, but also turned on. “Yeah, that was definitely a start.” I cleared my throat and straightened out my shirt. “Pastry?”
Chapter Eight
Ross
Autumn straightened up and smoothed her shirt over her curves. She grabbed the paper bag and pushed it across the marble counter top like an offering.
What the hell did I do? Autumn kissed me and I kissed her right back.
I’d probably messed everything up, but I was happier than I’d been in ages.
“Yes.” I cleared my throat and dragged the tie out of my hair. I hastily put it back up into a bun, then busied myself withthe coffee maker. I turned my back on her as I ground the beans. They were from one of the latest batches that I’d been experimenting with.
Maybe, if I made my coffee even better, I’d get more customers. Plus, it made me happy to bring out the different notes and tastes. Autumn would be my guinea pig to test these out. I was sure she didn’t mind.
I took a deep breath to calm myself, but my cock did not calm down or soften in the slightest. It still pressed against my flies after that kiss, rock hard and throbbing.
Gods, the effect that woman had on me… Let’s hope she won’t notice my bulge. She was into it, though.
The scent of her arousal still hung heavy in the air.
What on earth were you thinking, Ross? You all but jumped her bones.
We had a rather awkward last cup of coffee before Autumn said she had to leave.
“I’m meeting my sister and my parents for dinner,” she explained as she fussed with her scarf.
“Nice,” I said awkwardly.
“Yeah, we do that once a month. I guess I will see you on Monday morning?”
“Yeah, you will. Same time as usual?” I asked, hoping that our plans hadn’t changed just because I kissed her and she kissed me.
“Of course.” Autumn beamed at me. “Thank you for the coffee and the hospitality.”
“You’re welcome.” My ears flicked.
What am I supposed to say?
I followed her to the door and stood awkwardly as she put on her boots and her coat.
“Thanks for the pastries,” I called after her as she’d nearly shut the door behind her. Autumn opened it again and poked her head back into my house.
“You’re welcome, Ross. I’m glad you liked them. And you did great today.” She cleared her throat. And a cheeky little grin broke out on her face. I exhaled.
“Yeah, thanks. You too. Bye, Autumn.” She gave me a little wave and was gone.
I flung myself down on the couch and turned the kiss over and over again in my head all evening.
By the time I pulled up to her house the next morning, I had convinced myself that it had been a terrible mistake to go along with it and not to stop her. What must she think of me now?
Would she feel uncomfortable in my presence?
As I had requested on the first morning when I had picked her up, she waited inside the house.
