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I stand in the bathroom, brushing my teeth as she makes a cup of coffee. She’s wearing a black satin robe and the sight of her in it, knowing there’s nothing underneath that thin fabric, makes my dick stiffen in my jeans. It doesn’t matter how many times I have her, just the thought of her, just one look at her, makes me come completely undone.
I can’t help but think about how this is unlike any other time I’ve been with someone. I’ve never dated anyone, but I’ve been with more than my fair share of women, and this feeling I have in my chest right now is new.
I peel my eyes away from her and walk to my bathroom sink to rinse my mouth just as Isla wraps her arms around my waist, setting her coffee down on the sink.
“Can we just pretend you aren’t leaving and stay in this bubble forever?” she asks, and by the serious look in her eye, I know she’s not kidding.
I fucking wish.
I set my toothbrush down and turn around to face her. “You don’t know how tempting that idea is, sugar.” I gauge the look on her face when I say the nickname I’ve given to her, trying to see what’s going on in that beautiful head of hers.
“You know, that nickname of yours could grow on me, I think.” Isla stands up on her toes, and reaching up softly, presses her lips to mine before pulling away. “I don’t want to say I’m going to miss you because it makes me feel like I’m some pathetic little girl.”
I cup her face in my hands and shake my head. “I think you’re just in love with me,” I say before I even realize what I’m saying. I let out a laugh, trying to skirt around it but I should have known Isla wouldn’t let that go.
“Oh, I’m in love with you?” She steps backward and her hands instinctively settle on her hips. “You think you can give me a few good fucks and woo me with your brilliant one-liners, and I’m just automatically going to be in love with you?” She cocks her head to the side and narrows her eyes. I try to tell her that it just came out, not wanting to leave on a sour note, but she cuts me off, “You think really highly of yourself, don’t you Bordeaux Daniels?”
I smile at her and watch as she practically melts. She doesn’t know this, but I’ve watched the way something in her eyes changes when I smile at her. I don’t know what it is, but I love it.
“Wait,” I say, holding up a finger. “So you’re saying I have brilliant one-liners?” I cock a brow and she instantly starts laughing, her smile making my heart beat faster. She doesn’t know what she does to me. I’m still getting used to this, but I swear to God, this woman is out of this world.
I pick her up, gripping her ass before spinning around and setting her down on the sink. The air shifts as I look at her and remember that I have to go. She’s thinking about it now, too; I can tell. She sucks in a sharp breath and with the rise and fall of her chest, her robe slips open, exposing her cleavage. I’d give anything to have her again, right here, right now. But I don’t want her to think this is all she is to me.
She’s so much more. So, so much more.
Isla drapes her arms around my neck and pulls me into her. My chest is sitting eye-level with her, so I bend to kiss her. She opens her mouth for me and our tongues collide, sending a shiver down my spine.
Yeah, this is definitely unlike any other hook-up. Ever. The thought keeps replaying in my head, but I don’t allow it to go further than that. For the first time in a long time, she has me fucking terrified of what could happen next.
She grips the back of my neck, her hands making their way up to my hair and pulling me into her hard. I can’t help but moan against her, my dick throbbing, begging for one more release with her.
“Maybe you’re the one in love with me… Did you ever think of that?” she asks, her breath hot against my mouth. She’s a goddamn drug and I want her.
No, I fucking need her.
Her words cause me to back away from her. They crash into me and suddenly, all I hear is white noise. Like every second of my life was preparing me for this moment. I look into her eyes and her beautiful green stare lights up, hungrily searching me for an answer.
What if I do love her?
That’s the most terrifying realization.
What if I do?
What if I love her, and I fuck it all up because I don’t even know how to properly love someone?
“B, I know what you’re thinking. I’m just messing with you, you know that, right?” Isla runs her hands up and down my shirtless chest, making her way down to the waistband of my jeans. “Don’t let it go—”
“No,” I say. “Don’t do that.”
Suddenly, I have the urge to tell her I love her. Because I do; I fucking love her. And yeah, it’s terrifying and it’s quick, considering I have never felt capable of loving anyone ever. And now, in only days, this woman has given me what no one else ever has before.
Feelings.
Isn’t everything worth a damn terrifying at one point or another? Warning bells sound over the white noise buzzing in my ears.
You don’t know what love is, Bordeaux.
I shake the toxic thought away because I can’t leave this city without her knowing that this is more than a fucking whirlwind romance.
