Free Enough Isn't Everything (Everything Trilogy) by K.L. Shandwick Page B

handle rejection well?”
    I giggled  again at his fun side.  Damn, he’s too cute! “ It’s six in the morning, Alfie,” I said finding it incredulous that he was serious.
    “ Your point being what? You know how to tell the time? You’re not a morning person?” he teased with a smile in his voice. “But you’re up anyway, so… you might as well… you know…” He chuckled again then sounded pathetic. “Pleeeease?”
    I sighed . “I have to start college today Alfie.”
    He gave me an exaggerated sigh back, mocking me. “ Well, what better way to start than being mellow after some good sex? You won’t be nervous and everyone will remember you as the cool English girl on the first day.” I could hear the smile in his voice as a grin must have been teasing his lips.
    “ Are you always this good at arguing your point?” I smiled.
    “Only if it leads to orgasms and primal sex ,” he answered in a mock seductive voice.   He was too sexy to resist .  
    “Will you make me breakfast if I come?” I asked innocently.
    “No, honey, I’ll make you breakfast because you’re here. There’s no pressure to come, but I’ll make you come anyway, several times if you’re a good girl. See you in thirty.” He ended the call before I could reply.
    I  left the condo a little after six and drove back to his place. It wasn’t far from the college, and I told myself we wouldn’t be having sex again. Besides, I thought I might be able to get to know him a little better.
    Alfie was beyond hot though. His voice melted me , and his body rocked me. Even when he stroked my cheek last night I had feelings no one has ever given me in my life before.
    I’d heard something about certain people having ‘the touch,’ a connection between two people, but I thought that it was a myth until it happened to me with him.
    I suspected it must have been the same for him, not because he was telling me, but because I didn’t mistake his reactions to me, from that first time when we were behind the college buildings to again last night when his belly quivered when I touched him.
    Before he’d even kissed me I was covered in goose bumps, and I  was hooked. I knew I needed more of that touch, but at the same time, I repeatedly told myself, this won’t last forever. Guys like him like to share themselves too much.
     

CHAPTER 8: BREAKFAST
     
    When I arrived at Alfie’s, his front door was already open for me. “Through here, Lily.” I walked through the formal lounge with the vaulted ceiling and into the kitchen. I stopped in my tracks as soon as I saw him.
    He looked fucking amazing. I felt breathless , and I couldn’t believe this man who could probably have anyone actually wanted me… for now.
    He  was standing smirking at me with his fuck-me hair, fresh from the shower, wearing his low slung jeans from earlier that were hanging low on his hips. His torso was bare, and his ink made him look like a bad-ass boy.
    He leaned  back against the countertop. His hips were resting along the edge, and he had a glass of orange juice in one hand. His other palm was resting flat on the granite countertop.
    His skin looked clean and shiny. I instantly imagined what it would feel like to touch. It would feel cool and smooth after his shower.
    Alfie passed me the glass of orange juice. “Breakfast!” he announced as his face broke into a gorgeous smile. I blushed when took the glass and his fingers brushed mine.
    My skin reacted  instantly as goose bumps radiated to all areas of my body. His eyes widened when he noticed, and he smiled. I blushed again. “Damn, so responsive to me,” he said, curling my t-shirt in his fist to pull me closer to his face.
    He held my gaze for an age , and I watched his eyes darken with passion. I started to feel too self-conscious just as he dipped his head and let his lips brush mine briefly, before letting me go. “Hey,” he cooed.
    I tried to act like he’d  had little effect on me, focusing