AllFreeNovel
Share Us
And she agreed, her eyes shimmering with anticipation and… something unexpected. Something that makes my heart race and my crotch tighten.
And here we are.
The space between us now crackles with tension. Her presence, her laughter, the mere sight of her, stirs up a tempest inside me. Her innocence collides with my past, stirring up a storm of desire I’m finding harder to resist. Every glance, every innocent touch, feels like a lit match thrown into a barrel of gunpowder.
Going slow with this woman is turning out to be the hardest fight of my life.
I head inside, deciding that I feel about as centered as I’m going to get today. There’s a moment where I almost knock on the door before entering until it occurs to me that it’s myapartment. I can just barge in.
All of my awkwardness dies away the second I open the door. Elowyn stands in my kitchen, unpacking a canvas tote bag of groceries. I’d love to say that it’s the two cans of tomato soup and the loaf of bread she sets on the counter that makes my heart swell. But in reality, it’s her. And it’s something less wholesome than my heart that the blood flows to in a surge.
My breath hitches in my throat. From where I’m standing, all I see is apron and skin. Whatever she’s wearing underneath is small enough that the apron hides it. I rarely get to see her with her hair down either, and it forms these loose waves that cascade down to her waist just right. It’s the kind of hair a man could get lost in.
Ever since my dick lawyered up and told me to fuck my own restraining order, he’s been laughing in my face.
Spark. Meet gasoline.
“What are you doing in here?” I try to sound stern as my boundaries loosen another notch. The key was meant for emergencies, not for whatever this is. And whatever it is, it’s sure as hell notslow.
“You left without saying goodbye.” Obviously, I don’t sound upset enough. She continues to unpack, unfazed by my question. “I thought I’d make lunch.”
I swallow hard, running a hand through my hair. I notice that my palms are damp, and I wipe them off on the front of my pants. There’s that smile again. The one I’ve spent too damn long fantasizing about, trying to memorize, then tryingnotto memorize… Because every time she flashes it like it’s just for me, it liquifies my insides and makes it impossible not to give her the entire world.
“What is with you and food? I can’t tell if this is how you show people you care or if you’re going to poison me.” I gulp in a lungful of the electrically charged air. Everything about her body language flirts with me, sucking me in like I’ve stepped in quicksand, and I don’t know if I can resist it. I’m super close to breaking my own damn rules again, starting with the one about going slow. I hope that cracking jokes will do something to diffuse the tension. “Besides, you’re going to cook for me in that?”
She looks down at the apron with an exaggerated mock pout, twirling a lock of her hair around her finger. Goddammit. She knows that she’s got me. I’m on the hook, she just has to reel me in. When the hell did this happen? Why in the hell did I let it?
And what’s going to happen when I lose her? Because I will. Everything I touch ends up in the old crash-and-burn.
Her giggle rips through me—owning me. My brain starts to go… there. How would her thighs feel if I squeezed them? How would her lips taste if I kissed her as hard as I’m dying to? Would she let me get away with a little pinch, a little swat on her round ass? Would her sweet pussy grip me just right? Would she let me dick her down until she couldn’t take anymore? Would she let me tell her all the filthy things I’ve been thinking for weeks but swallowing down, so I don’t scare her with the force of how much I need her?
Elowyn makes a sweeping gesture. “You don’t like my apron? I thought it might give the vibe that I’m serious about cooking.”
As she leans back against the counter, I find myself standing in front of her. “It gives the vibe that you’re barely covered underneath it.”
“You could check…” she whispers, taking my hand and bringing it to the tied strap around her back. I undo the bow slowly and slip the material over her head. Just like I’m unwrapping a gift.
And man, what a beautiful present it is. I’m so used to seeing her in her work uniform that I had no idea how curvy she is. The shorts she wears are almost nonexistent, clinging to her thighs and dipping below the exposed curve of her stomach. The pink tank top ends right under her ribs, outlining the curvature of those full tits she thinks she’s hiding all the time. But she’s not. They make my mouth water more than any food she could make me. I try to make another joke—something about kitchen safety standards or an oil burn—but I can’t make any sounds come out of my mouth.
I wanted to go slow—I swear to fucking God I did—but a diet is damn near impossible when there’s a feast right in front of your face. She looks up at me with her big brown doe eyes and I can’t bring myself to turn her down. I am absolutely, totally screwed.
I’m in this.
Deep.
The last of my restraint has left the building.
And for once, I’m doing something for myself—throwing caution to the wind—and I don’t even feel bad about it.
At least not yet.
I throw the apron over her shoulder, not caring where it lands, and I scoop her up in my arms. She screams with laughter as I sling her over my shoulder, playfully kicking her feet in the air as I cup her ass with one hand, giving it a good squeeze. I walk her to my bedroom, and gently toss her down onto my bed, thankful that I had the good sense to make it the last time I was home.
I pause, watching her bite her lip as she props herself up on her elbows. She’s perfect like this, and I don’t want her to think for a second that I don’t think she’s incredible. But I know what kind of guys she’s dated in the past, and I’m terrified that she’ll do something she regrets. That I’ll be something she regrets.
And if that happened, I would regretthis. I can’t. I won’t.
My gaze snaps together with hers. “Um… before we go any further, I have to tell you something.”
