Only One Love (Only One 7) - Page 48

I pick up the phone and send Wilson a text.

Me: Hair up or down?

I put the phone down and step into the shower to wash my hair. I shave my legs to make sure everything is smooth, and when I step out and wrap myself in a towel, I look down and see that he answered me.

Wilson: Hair down. One hour.

Putting the phone down, I grab my lavender oil and proceed to make my whole body silky soft. Ignoring the panging of my heart as I dry my hair and leave it loose. All I put on is mascara and a touch of lip gloss. The tiny lace panties are really a waste of time. It’s like a floss really, the only thing is a small square. Grabbing the one-piece black dress, I slip it on and zip up the side, then walk over to the full mirror and fix myself.

The long sleeves are tight around the wrists, making the sleeves puff out a bit. The black lace is too dark to see through. The front goes down to the middle of my chest, each side with a built-in bra, but all you see is that I’m not wearing a bra. The waist fits perfectly, and then it flares out just a touch to my mid-thigh. The lace is see-through on the skirt, but it has a black slip under it. I slip on my black heels with red bottoms that are sky high and will have my feet begging to be let free in an hour, but they make my legs look like they go on for days.

The doorbell rings, and I take one more look at myself in the mirror before walking out to grab my black Chanel purse. I walk downstairs, and nothing could have prepared me for him. Not all the handbooks in the world. Not all the notes. Not all the conversations.

He stands there wearing black jeans and a black polo shirt. The scruff on his face makes him look even tougher. His eyes are crystal blue, and in his hand, he holds a bouquet of roses wrapped in lilac. He smiles huge when he sees me, and his eyes never leave mine. I can’t help but also smile when he holds out the roses for me. "Thank you," I say, grabbing them. "Let me put these in a vase, and we can go. Come in," I tell him. He walks in, but I only take one step before his arm comes around my waist.

My back is pulled into his chest. "Hi," he says into my ear, and my heart beats so hard in my chest it’s echoing to my ears.

My eyes go down to look at his hand resting on my stomach, and I turn my head to the side to look at him. "Hi," I whisper. Something is going on inside me, and I don’t know what it is for the life of me.

His head bends down to kiss my neck. "You smell good," he says, his voice soft.

"Do I smell good enough for you to fuck me in the hallway?" I see the smirk fill his face. "Or on the couch? I’m not picky."

"You smell good enough.” His nose rubs my jaw, and I turn my face, hoping he kisses me. "To eat."

"I’m good with that, too," I whisper, and my whole body feels like it’s going to melt under his touch.

"Put the roses in water, baby, and we can go," he says, kissing my lips softly. His hand lets go of me, and I take a step forward, hoping like fuck my knees don’t give out. My hands clutch the roses as I look for a vase.

"These are beautiful." I look down and smell them as I find a vase and fill it with water. I cut the ribbon off the roses and put them in the vase. "I love flowers."

"Good to know," he says. I look at him, and I swear he literally makes my heart skip a beat. I really need to get this date over with so we can have sex, and I can be over this whole thing.

I walk around the counter now. "Shall we go?" I say. We walk side by side, and he slips his hand in mine.

"Are you not going to bring an overnight bag?" he asks.

I walk out, locking the door. "Why would I bring a bag if I plan to be naked the whole time?" I walk by him as he stands there. "Hope you saved up your energy, Wilson." I lean over and kiss his lips. "I know I did."

Chapter 22

Wilson

She walks toward the car, and I watch her. Her short skirt sways back and forth, and all I can see are her fucking legs. When she opened the door, I could swear I had died and gone to heaven. She looks that fucking good. I couldn’t peel my eyes away from her. The smile was worth everything. "Are we going?" she asks when she gets to the car. "Or are we just going to go back inside and get naked?" She turns to look at me, cocking a hip. "I’m totally okay with that."

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