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“She didn’t ask, and I didn’t tell her, because I don’t want Grandma to put herself in danger. Besides…” Her voice trails off as she looks at me.
“Besides?” The candlelight casts her in a golden glow that only serves to highlight her beauty. I keep my gaze fixed firmly on her face, afraid to let my gaze fall lower. Cycling here I was forced to concentrate on the road ahead. Now I have nothing to stop me from drinking her in. Nothing but my own self-control, which is waning with every second that passes in her company. Fuck, she’s so damn beautiful. I swallow hard and step backwards, glad that there’s a table between us.
“I wanted to be alone with you,” she replies, with a shake of her head. There’s no shame in her voice, just honesty. “Clearly I needed Mother Nature to intervene, given nothing else I did today worked to make you stay…” Her smile is thoughtful, and her cheeks flush pink. Is she embarrassed by her attempts to seduce me?
The truth is, everything she’s done today has raised my blood pressure, set fire to my skin, made me rock hard for her. I’m still here, not because it’s too dangerous outside, but because Ichoseto stay. I can tell myself I did it for a million different reasons: to make sure she’s safe, to avoid getting struck by lightning, so I don’t have to spend the night at Rob’s place. But I know the truth. I’m not a good man. I want her. I want her so bad I’m willing to forget I made a promise to Ma Silva. I’m willing to forget every damn thing I’ve told myself today just for one taste of her lips. If I open my mouth to respond, I’m going to inadvertently admit that. Instead, I press my mouth shut in a hard line and remain where I am, drawing on every last shred of self-control I have left in me.
Outside the storm rages, drowning out the pounding beat of my heart and Connie’s rapid breathing. I expect her to traverse the table, to make a move on me. Only she doesn’t.
“I’m going to get out of these wet clothes. I’ll bring you some fresh towels.”
“Thanks, I’d appreciate it.”
She pauses by the kitchen door, looking back at me over her shoulder. I try hard not to look at the material of her cotton dress as it sticks to the round curve of her arse. She’s wearing a damn thong. My cock jumps, hardening painfully.
“Could you light a fire in the living room, please?”
“Yes,” I manage to bite out, pressing my hips against the kitchen table so she can’t see how hard I am for her.
