Oliver’s Good Night Kiss
Copyright 2012 by Erin O’Riordan
Natalie awoke in the crook of Matthew's arm, comfortably nestled against his big, warm body. She could feel how deeply he breathed and knew he was soundly asleep. It was rare for Matthew to fall asleep so early in the night, when they'd only awakened at sundown. Then again, Matthew had exerted himself between dusk and this early hour.
A bare flicker of movement alerted her to another presence Natalie sat up.
Oliver stood in the doorway, wearing only the long white apron Matthew sometimes wore for cooking out. His unusual green eyes sparkled in the low light.
She smiled. Natalie was used to seeing Oliver in his chef's uniform at his restaurant, but this was the first time he'd visited Matthew and Natalie at their home. She hadn't been expecting a costume change, if it could properly be called a costume change when Oliver's slim, taut body was so clearly naked behind the white linen.
"I made you something."
She pulled on her discarded panties and t-shirt, rising unsteadily to her feet. Natalie's knees felt weak. She wasn't sure if her unsteadiness was a result of the way she and Matthew had made love, or an effect caused by the proximity of Oliver.