Free Flirts! 5 Romantic Short Stories (The Flirts! Collection) by Lisa Scott Page A

this?” His chest quickly rose and fell, brushing mine.
    I looked up and gave him a brisk nod. “And don’t make me take you down. You know I can.”
    He lifted the hair off my cheek and curled it around his finger. “Hell, yeah. Incredible turn on.” He gently tugged my hair, pulling my face to his.
    I kissed him again, wrapping one leg around his, realizing I’d better get him to my bedroom, because things were moving more quickly than I imagined. I led him down the hall with no idea where this whole thing was headed—besides my bed.

    I woke the next morning with a smile and sore limbs. Then I opened my eyes and frowned. Tony wasn’t in my bed. I scrambled out from under the covers and pulled back my curtain. His truck was gone. My heart dropped. After hours of wordless, incredible passion, I’d spent the night in his arms, talking about everything from my first kiss to my favorite foods.
    I pulled on my robe. I knew we were different in many ways, but when I was with him, it just didn’t seem to matter. In bed in the dark, with his arms looped around my waist, none of it seemed to matter. Our night together had been amazing; and I wanted more.
    But maybe it’d been enough for him.
    I sighed and wandered into the kitchen to make coffee when the front door opened. Tony held up a box of donuts and a travel tray with two coffees. “Powdered jelly, right? I wasn’t sure how you took your coffee, so I got black. Forgot to ask you that last night. I parked on the road, so I wouldn’t block you in.”
    I ran to him and he set down the food and drinks. I grabbed his arms and looked up at him. “I thought you left,” I whispered in a voice that sounded more scared and hurt than I intended.
    “Hey.” He kissed my head. “I’m sorry. I thought I could sneak out and surprise you, and I had to let Winston out.” He wrapped his arms around me and squeezed. “I’m not leaving until you tell me to.”
    I nodded and pointed to the food. “Bring that to bed.”
    He followed me to my room with the coffee and donuts. I dropped my robe and sat on the bed, patting the spot next to me.
    Tony set the coffee and donuts on my nightstand and pulled off his shirt. In a flash, he was back in bed with me. He broke a powdered donut ring in half and held it out. I took a bite, and he popped the rest in his mouth.
    I gestured to his lips. “You’ve got a little powder there.” When I reached over to brush the white dusting off his lips, he grabbed my hand midair and kissed my fingertips, while licking off the sugary residue.
    “Never thought I’d find something I like more than donuts and coffee first thing in the morning.” His lips made their way down to my mouth, where he paused to lick my lips, goosing a round of shivers in me. He noticed and grinned. “But being here with you like this blows coffee and donuts out of the water.” He laced one hand around the back of my head and drew my mouth to his.
    I returned his sweet, sugary kiss, thrilled that the passion we’d shared the night before had meant something to him, too. I glanced at my alarm clock.  It was ten minutes after nine.  I couldn’t hold back my smile. “Morning lasts another three hours if you like it that much.”

    After enjoying him, then the rest of the donuts and coffee, we tried to get dressed, making plans to catch an afternoon movie. But we only got as far as underwear and the couch in my family room. “Forget the movie,” I told him between kisses. “I have plenty of DVDs right here.”
    He rolled me over on top of him and somehow, I didn’t hear the front door open.
    “Kristen? Come out and stop sulking. It was just a holdup. Mom and I are here with…” My sister stopped walking when she got into the family room. She dropped a bakery bag. “Oh, my god,” she whispered.
    I sat up and fumbled for the blanket draped over the back of the couch. But not before my mother walked in the room, holding a plate of cookies.
    “Darling, where are