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I take two slow steps forward while she takes two quick steps back. When she bumps into the wall behind her, I cage her byplacing both hands on either side of her head. “I suppose thereisalmost a decade between us. I’m not sure if my ancient mind can keep up with your youthful spirit. You may have to teach me a thing or two.”
When her chest begins rising and falling quickly, I don’t conceal the fact that I’m admiring the way her amazing tits are inflating with each raspy breath she takes. “There are only eight years between us. I do turn twenty-four in a few hours. And I-I think we can teach one another a thing or two.”
Dear God, what is this woman doing to me?
Ensuring I don’t sound like a slobbering fool, I nod, hoping I appear calmer than I feel. “It’s your birthday? I’d totally forgotten.”
She grins but pulls at her lip nervously. “So you don’t think I’m too young?”
Her lip pops free when I run my thumb along the seam of her mouth. “No, Madison, you’re perfect. I think I’m the one who should be beating off your young admirers with my walking stick.”
“Admirers? What admirers?”
She really has no idea how beautiful she is.
“Just trust me on this.” Just the thought of these men has me grinding down on my jawbone.
She places her tiny palm on my cheek, cupping my face gently. “Well, I haven’t noticed because I’ve been too busy giving all of your admirers the stink eye.”
“They can all go to hell,” I honestly counter while Madison laughs.
“We really are just as bad as the other, aren’t we?”
I nod. “Yes, and I’m not ashamed to admit it.”
“Me neither.”
Her honesty has me growing some balls, and I suddenly want to tell her how I feel. “I’m irrevocably and willingly under yourspell, Madison Roberts. No other woman exists but you. So feel free to stink eye anyone you like. Odds are I won’t see it because I’m too busy looking at you.”
I sound like a complete and utter pussy, but this is the only way I can tell her how I feel without freaking her out and telling her that I love her—because I do. I fucking love her. There wasn’t a precise time when I fell in love with her because I’ve been in love with her all along. And when the time is right, I’ll tell her.
But now is not that time because I currently have a dozen pairs of eyes on me as a group of school kids pass us by, giggling. Giving Maddy some breathing room, I uncage her from my arms. “Shall we continue with the tour?” She nods and loops her arm through mine.
I don’t fail to notice the slight tremor in her body as we continue the rough path. Could it be that Madison is irrevocably and willingly under my spell also?
There’s only one way to find out.
While Madison is taking a bath, I hunt through my suitcase, desperately trying to find her birthday gift. I know I packed it because it was the first thing I grabbed. Gripping my case in frustration, I tip it upside down and litter the carpeted floor with its contents. When the small blue velvet box catches my eye, I reach for it, cursing in celebration. I quickly throw everything back into the suitcase and shove the box into my pocket, not wanting Maddy to see her gift until after dinner.
She has no idea what I have planned, and that’s part of the surprise—one I hope won’t backfire on me. Instead of going out for dinner, I hired a local catering group to set up while we were out for the day in the city. They’ve prepared a superb five-coursemeal, and left instructions for me so I don’t burn down the house re-heating it all.
I’ve placed the antipasto platter, which consists of olives, cured meats, cheeses, and different grilled vegetables, in the center of the table on the balcony. The night is too charming to waste, so I thought we could eat outdoors and enjoy the countryside that Maddy and I are growing to love.
Just as I finish pouring the wine, Maddy comes out barefoot, wearing a blue summer dress with a floral print. Her hair is left hanging naturally, and she has no makeup on. She looks absolutely beautiful. She gasps when she sees the sight in front of her.
Reaching for the lighter in my pocket, I light the two taper candles and smile. “Happy Birthday.”
“Thank you.” She takes a step closer and runs her hand over the linen tablecloth. “My birthday isn’t for a couple of hours. And besides, when it’s twelve a.m. here, it’s still six p.m. in New York.”
“That just means we can exploit your birthday celebrations for even longer,” I reply with a grin.
She smiles and takes a seat when I pull out a chair for her. When she reaches for the wine, I notice her trembling slightly. Is she cold? As I brush the backs of my fingers along the slope of her neck, I feel her skin is heated. She must be nervous. Maybe she too can feel that the usual static bouncing between us has just been amped up to five billion watts. I cool it and take a seat across from her.
“Help yourself. I promise you won’t pass out from a sugar overdose this time.”
She giggles and goes about serving up a small amount of everything. The moment she bites into the cheese, she closes her eyes in bliss. “That is so good.”
“It’s all locally made,” I reveal, taking a sip of my wine.
