Chapter 41

~~ LILY ~~

I really didn’t want to wake up. I was having the most marvelous dream about being naked in Michael’s arms while he did some naughty things to me.  I turned over and came into contact with a hard body.  My eyes opened.

“Good morning,” Michael said to me. He leaned in and kissed me.  He tasted like coffee and oh god, I had morning breath.

“Don’t kiss me until I’ve brushed my teeth,” I told him as I pushed him away.

“You taste delicious,” he grinned at my embarrassment.  “I brought you breakfast in bed.”

“You have?”

He sat up in bed and pulled me forward, then fluffed my pillows.  He helped me sit up, passed me one of his t-shirts and tucked the sheets around my legs, then reached for the tray and placed it between us on the bed.

“This is a feast.”  He’d made me a toasted bagel, a bowl of fresh strawberries, melon and grapes, a small plate with cheese and crackers with a glass of fresh orange juice and coffee.

He just grinned at me and took a bite of his bagel.  I reached for the coffee first, I was so in need of a caffeine fix. It was delicious.

I choked back my tears. He was so thoughtful. “No one has ever done anything like this for me before. Thank you, Michael.  It means everything to me.”

Michael watched me and looked angry.  “You better get used to it, because this is going to be a regular weekend occurrence.  Now eat up. We have a busy day.”

“We do?” God, I sounded like an idiot this morning.

“We’re going to visit George in the hospital, then get you moved out of the apartment and into here.  Sometime during the day, I’ll give you a tour of the house so you know where everything is.”

The fruit was going down rather well as I sat back and listened to Michael.  I could listen to him all day with his husky and deep come-to-bed voice.  I took in his bedroom, painted in a deep green color with dark mahogany furniture and a green and gold sofa set in the window with a coffee table.  I couldn’t help but wonder who he’d already entertained in his bedroom.

He started to laugh.  “You’re broadcasting rather loud,” he said.

I glared at him and shoved a piece of melon into my mouth.

“The only woman who has ever been inside this house is my mother.  The decorator was male, but he was gay and my mother hasn’t stepped foot in my bedroom, neither has anyone else, but you.  Ever.”

The smile on my face couldn’t be helped. It felt good knowing that I was the only one.  My heart fluttered when I finally realized that he wanted me for more than just a few weeks. He was playing for keeps.  Thank god.

When I finished my breakfast I stretched and looked across to Michael. His eyes were fixed a bit lower than my face.

He licked his lips and met my eyes.  “Okay, we’re not having sex until tonight.  I want you moved in here this morning,” he stated then jumped out of bed. He moved the tray and pointed to the bathroom.  “You shower in there, I’ve found some old sweats of Ruben’s, which shouldn’t be too bad a fit and one of my clean t-shirts.  They’re on the shelf with the towels.  I’ll shower in the next room.”

I couldn’t believe my ears.  “You’re not going to shower with me?”

“Lily, if I climb into a shower with you we won’t be going anywhere anytime soon.  Lucien and Ramon will be here in about twenty minutes to help us.  So get to it.”

“Yes sir,” I said with a salute.

“Cheeky…. Now Lily.”

“Okay.”  I threw the covers off and heard Michael groan when he got a look at my naked butt as I climbed out of the bed.

“I’m going.”  He turned and walked out of the room and closed the door behind him.

I laughed and headed into the spacious bathroom. It had a large glass shower to one side, with the biggest bath tub I’d ever seen.  It was more like a Jacuzzi that you would find at a gym.

With the shower turned on and the t-shirt I was wearing tossed into what appeared to be a washing hamper, I stepped into the shower and pressed the button to set the water going. The hot water felt so good.

After about ten minutes of letting the jets hit my body, I shut the shower off and stepped out. I wrapped a fluffy towel around me and hunted for the clothes Michael had said he’d left for me.

When I found the clothes, I placed them on the towel rail while I dried myself and then quickly pulled them on.  The jogging pants were a bit big, but I rolled them a few times at the waist.  Michael’s t-shirt was too big, but that didn’t surprise me because he had broad shoulders.  The only problem was that I had left my bra in the bedroom.  My breasts where on the large side, so there was no way I could go without a bra. Unless I was wearing a dress which had a fitted bodice.

I opened the bathroom door and stepped out.  Michael was lounging on the bed.

“What took you so long?” he asked and watched me walk towards him.  “You need something on under there.”

I climbed astride him then leaned in to kiss him.  “I know, I left my bra in here.”

“Good, because I don’t want Lucien seeing you without it,” he grumbled.

I sealed our mouths together before he could say something else.  I groaned and wiggled on top of him.  He felt and tasted delicious.

He broke the kiss.  “Lucien and Ramon are downstairs,” he said rather breathless.

“Why are they here again?”

“To help move you in.  I think Lucien just wanted to see you again.”

He looked worried.  “Michael, you do realize I’m nothing like Viv, right? It will only piss me off if you keep comparing me to her.”  I pulled away from him and stood up.  He followed me.

With my face between his hands he looked straight into my eyes.  “I know you’re nothing like Viv, you wouldn’t be here if you were.  She screwed me up big time and in honesty, I’ve never known Lucien to be so…. possessive.  He’s acting like your big brother and not mine.”

I laughed at him.  “Then that’s good right?  If he thinks of me more like a sister than a love interest.  Why aren’t you happy about that?”

“I am, I guess.”

I kissed him again on the lips.  “Come on.  Let’s get this morning over with, so we can have the rest of the day to ourselves.”