Once several pieces of toast were cooking they moved to the kitchen sink to wash their hands. Again he stood behind her, pouring the soap into her hands and weaving his fingers through hers as he lathered their hands. He began kissing her neck as the warm water from the tap rinsed the suds from their entwined fingers. Her breathing was coming faster and she could feel herself getting wet. She wanted him to take her right here in the kitchen, pressed against the counter.
The sound of the doorbell jolted her out of her erotic fantasy. She felt Aaron growl against her neck and she smiled at their mutual frustration.
“I’ll get the door,” she said as she reluctantly pulled out of his embrace.
“Guess I do need to check on breakfast before it burns,” he chuckled as he slowly released her and turned to the stove.
Maggie practically skipped to the front door. Her spirits had never been so high. At this moment she felt like she could spend the rest of her life making love with Aaron and cooking breakfast, and she would be completely fulfilled. She opened the door with a wide smile and found Andi waiting on the other side looking a little bemused at Maggie’s exuberant expression.
“I take it last night went well,” Andi presumed as she stepped inside carrying a stack of large bowls. Maggie was a little thrown off. Normally she would welcome her friend, but at this moment she had other things on her mind.
“I brought your bowls back. You left them behind last night and…” Andi trailed off as her attention was diverted. Maggie turned to follow Andi’s gaze and saw Aaron standing at the entrance to the front room, still shirtless and looking absolutely delectable. Maggie turned back to Andi to see her open mouthed stare and she had to stifle a giggle.
“Mornin’ Andi,” Aaron said cheerfully, and this time Maggie couldn’t hold back her hysterical giggle. This entire situation was just so out of her league she had no idea how to handle it.
“Uh… good morning,” Andi stuttered as she looked between Aaron and Maggie. “Well, I just wanted to return your bowls,” she said quickly, passing the stack of bowls into Maggie’s arms. “I’ll leave you two to… uh… have a good day.” She turned quickly and left the house, closing the door behind her. Maggie just stood there holding the stack of bowls and smiling after her friend. She then looked to Aaron and saw the humor in his eyes and they both began laughing. He crossed the room and took the bowls from her, setting them on the large table in the center of the room.
“I don’t think she was expecting me,” Aaron said, smiling down at Maggie. She looked up at him and saw the fire in his eyes. Her laughter faded away as she felt the pull of desire in the pit of her stomach. She reached for his waist drawing him up against her.
“I wasn’t expecting you either,” she admitted. He took her mouth in a passionate kiss and swept her up into his arms as he carried her back to the bedroom, breakfast forgotten.
11
Maggie and Aaron spent the next several days locked away from the world, spending their time making love and occasionally remembering to eat. After three days they were officially out of food.
“I think we may need some groceries,” Aaron remarked as he stared into the bare fridge. Maggie sat at the bar sipping her coffee and admiring his muscular physique as he rummaged through the empty cabinets in search in food. She wondered if she’d ever get enough of him. She seriously doubted it.
“I suppose it’s time to make a trip to town,” Maggie replied reluctantly. Part of her wished they could stay secluded in their little bubble forever. These last few days had been the happiest of her life.
“I actually need to run to town this afternoon to meet someone,” Aaron told Maggie as he joined her at the bar. Maggie looked up from her coffee waiting for him to elaborate. He didn’t.
“I could come with you to pick up some groceries,” she suggested.
“I can just bring some back with me,” Aaron offered. Maggie tried to suppress the nagging suspicion that he didn’t want her to come along. “I mean, I am mostly responsible for eating these cupboards bare,” Aaron teased her playfully and Maggie smiled with relief, mentally kicking herself for being so paranoid. He was just being a gentleman.
“I don’t mind doing the shopping,” Maggie insisted. “I’ll go get ready so we can head to town.”
“I better let you head up alone or else we may never get out of this house.” He smiled at her suggestively, admiring her long, lean legs stretching below his t-shirt that she’d worn to bed. She smiled back, turning on the ball of her foot to sashay out of the room, swaying her hips for him as she went.
“Hey, Maggie,” he called up the stairs a moment later just as she’d reached the top. She turned and looked back down at him. “I’m actually gonna head over to my place to clean up and change. I’ll be back to get you in a bit. Okay?”
“Sounds good.” She smiled down at him and then headed for the shower.