Although she had appeared to be having fun today. She made it enjoyable. Just watching her and listening to her talk. She was extra chatty after she drank some cold girlie coffee drink around noon. I’d liked seeing her that way. I liked seeing her every way if I was completely honest.
I hadn’t worried about getting my clothes from Gran’s yet. I would deal with that when Ophelia was back in Rosemary Beach. I didn’t want to bring up the drive back there just yet. She was checking out the items in the kitchen cabinet currently and telling me different things I may need. I listened but only because I liked hearing her talk. For someone who didn’t cook a lot, she had several opinions on kitchen necessities.
“The fact the beach is right out there makes me envious. That’s the one thing I miss. Growing up having the view of the gulf from my bedroom window spoiled me, I guess. I think I don’t need it until I see how calming it is. When I do buy my own place, it’ll be on the water.”
The image of her buying a house on the beach came along with an unknown man who she would marry. My mood turned sour. That wasn’t something I wanted to think about. I shook it off and decided we needed to do something less domestic.
“Are you hungry? That sandwich earlier wasn’t much. I think I’m ready for something more.” I knew my sudden change in subject had thrown her off, but she didn’t question it.
“Sure. This is your town. What’s good?” she asked.
I was about to suggest Live Bay but thought of the people we would most likely see there and sharing her didn’t sound appealing. I’d avoided as many family and friends as I could so far. I knew they would ask questions I wasn’t going to answer. I also didn’t like the idea of those memories the questions would resurface affecting my time with Ophelia.
She was my escape from the hollowness. I wanted to keep it that way.
I watched as she walked around the island in the kitchen then toward me. She didn’t say anything because she was waiting on my suggestion. The sway of her hips always drew my gaze to her body. She had a way of walking that was hard to ignore. Even if her face wasn’t so damn gorgeous it would stop traffic, the way she carried her body would be equally dangerous.
I forgot what it was I had been supposed to say as I watched her come to a stop a few inches from me. The frayed blue jean skirt she had on today was short enough that I’d had a hard time not staring at her instead of looking at the different places we’d checked out.
I tore my eyes off her tanned legs before I could start fantasizing over slipping my hand between her legs and running it up until I could touch the warmth at the top. As I lifted my gaze, her hard nipples pressing against the soft snug fitting cotton of her tank top made my already stiffening cock grow. Fuck.
I’d been so good this morning. When I’d seen her, all I could think of was fucking her in every room of the loft. Until we both passed out sweaty and sated. As much as I wanted to feel her, touch every inch of her and be inside her, I also feared not being able to walk away when the time came. I knew how unforgettable sex with her was.
Then there was the complete opposite fear that our night together had been because of the wine she’d drunk. What if the explosive chemistry wasn’t the same? My body seemed to think it would be. I was so damn tense as I fought the desire to reach out and grab her.
“Eli,” she said my name in a low sultry tone that caused me to jerk in reaction. I tore my eyes off her breast and met her gaze. The blue of her eyes had darkened, and her bottom lip was swollen as if she’d been biting it. I stared at her and let all the uncertainty fade away.
“Take off your top.” I knew it sounded like a command as my voice had gone gravelly with the need taking over me.
She inhaled sharply. There was pure excitement blazing in her eyes. She reached down and took the hem of her top then slowly pulled it up her body. It was like a fucking striptease. Each inch that she eased up, I held my breath. All damn day I’d seen her breasts bounce under that top. The thin satin fabric of her bra barely contained them.
Both of my hands were fisted against my thighs when she finally pulled the top over her head and tossed it away.