Early Morning

Chapter 3

“Looks like it’s just you and me, Jake.  Where to put you?” she wondered out loud as she surveyed her home.

“I guess you can keep me company upstairs.  Just don’t pee anywhere.  Please?”

The dog looked at her briefly before wagging his tail.

“I’m going to pretend like that was a sign of agreement.  C’mon, Jake-y, let’s go to bed.”

//

“Hey, who said you could be on the bed?  Don’t you have manners?” she admonished as the dog jumped onto the bed and settled down on the end.  “Sounds like you’ve been spoiled at home, huh?”

The dog simply flopped its head down on the comforter and closed its eyes.

“You and me both.”

//

Awkwardly, Marshall stood at Isabella’s front door with her spare keys in his hand, feeling completely unease with entering house when she wasn’t home.  Unfortunately, there wasn’t much choice—let the dog soil the carpet or deal with some discomfort—he chose the latter knowing that the former would eventually result in the latter anyway.

“Jake?” Marshall called as he stepped inside.

“He’s up here still,” Isabella yelled back from upstairs.  “You can come on up,” she hollered.

Blinking, Marshall followed her voice, even though he had many misgivings about venturing that far into her home.  Especially when he assumed that’s where the bedrooms were.  But temptation always beat out common sense, and so he took the stairs two at a time.

//

“Isabella?” Marshall questioned as he looked into the first room with a door open.  “Well, Jake, I see you’ve made yourself at home,” he said wryly as he noticed his dog laying on the foot of her bed.

“Give me a sec, I’m not dressed yet,” she said lightly.

“Oh, really?” Marshall replied teasingly as he filed that bit of knowledge away.

“Morning, darling,” Isabella purred as she opened the bathroom door which connected to her bedroom.

“You look professional,” he remarked slowly.

“I better, since that’s what I am from sunrise to sunset.”

“I thought you’d be gone by now.”

“My client cancelled, so that left me with a few extra hours of leisure time,” she explained.

“When do you have to leave?” he asked with promise in his eyes.

“No, darling, there’s not enough time for you to have your naughty way with me.  Sorry to disappoint,” she teased.

“I don’t know how I’ll live,” he replied drolly.  “Why does it seem like Jake’s profited from this a hell of a lot more than I did?  He gets a kiss and sleep with you.”

“Because he knows how to keep his paws to himself.”

“So—”

“And tongue,” she added.  

“Keep talking like that, and—”

“And nothin’,” she interrupted confidently.  “You aren’t going to do a damn thing.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Uh huh,” she nodded.

“Is that a challenge?”

“You tell me,” she winked and moved to her dresser, looking at her complexion in the mirror.

With fire burning in his eyes and flames coursing through his veins, he stood behind her.  Boldly, he placed his hands on her hips, deliberately bringing her bottom flush against his thighs.

“Marshall!” she gasped as she threw out a hand onto the dresser top to steady herself.

“I think you want me to do something,” he murmured.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” he repeated and bent his head to kiss her neck.

She tasted like spring and strawberries; an interesting combination that overwhelmed his tongue as he felt her tense and relax underneath his fluttering mouth.

“Is this what a good night’s sleep does to you?” she laughed.

“I do feel a little more up today,” he admitted poignantly.

“Funny, I can tell,” she replied mockingly.

“Mmm,” he murmured as he felt her move her bottom enticingly against him.  “Did you really think I wouldn’t do anything?” he asked in a hushed whisper that warmed her ear.

“Hmm,” she pondered, “you really haven’t done much of anything.”

“No?”

“Nope,” she reiterated.

“You’re flushed,” he pointed out.  “We look pretty good together,” he said, nodding towards the mirror in front of them.

“I think you’re more interested in how well we fit together,” she replied tartly.

“So far, so good.”

“I have to meet a client in twenty minutes, which means I need to leave now,” she warned as she felt his fingers press harder into the flesh of her hips.

“I could let you go…” he started.

“You should.”

“I never do what I should,” he laughed, low in his throat.

“Uh huh,” she rolled her eyes and moved out of his grasp.  “I really must be going,” she said affirmatively.  “Remember to take your dog with you,” she added as she started to leave the bedroom.

“Wait,” he called.

“What?” she said in exasperation, her eyes widening as his body moved, blocking the exit.

“I want that kiss I asked for last night,” he growled as he tugged her body harshly against his.

His lips sought hers fervently; their lips meshed together as his hands grasped her waist, firmly holding her in place.  At first, he was met with resistance, but as his tongue traced the outline of her lush, tempting lips, he felt her opening beneath him, inviting him to explore the hot, smoldering caverns of her month had to offer.  He leaned against her, trapping her between the hardness of his body and the doorjamb behind her.

They broke apart for a harsh, panting breath that burned their lungs as they gulped in air.

“Mmm,” she purred.  “You finally did something,” she acquiesced, her eyes half-lidded and her lips swollen.

“I might do more if you’d let me,” he said quietly.

“Considering Jake didn’t need to go out until six am, I’d say anything’s possible.”

Marshall’s eyes lit up with hot, firing sparks.

“Perhaps you’ll be given a more opportune moment to find out just how far I’ll let you go,” she taunted, “But for now, I must be on my way.  Au revoir, darling!”

“Give me a kiss,” he demanded, “before you go?”

She looked at him curiously before pressing her soft lips against the plane of his cheek for the briefest of moments.  “See you.”

“You can bet your ass you will.”

“Strange, but I do think my ass is already on the line,” she laughed.

Chapter 4

Author: zines@aol.com

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