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“Are you all right?” Ellister asks, and even his smooth voice sends little zaps to my eardrums.
Nodding, I tighten my grip on his forearm. “Just give me a second. Stay right where you are.”
I’ll beg if I have to. And I’m not the begging type.
As the seconds tick by, Ellister continues holding me, and neither of us are speaking.
I just soak up the moment.
I can hear his steady breathing, feel the rise and fall of his chest against me. The scent he carries with him mingles in the air. His body heat seeps into my bones.
When I finally gather the courage to look up at his face, I find him staring at me with an expression I can’t interpret.
His pale eyes are concerned. The way his brows are furrowed conveys confusion. But the tight press of his lips and how his nose is scrunched up on one side? He looks angry.
Earlier today, I had sunglasses on the whole time we were talking.
Now I don’t, and it’s like a veil has been lifted between us. There’s a rawness in our seconds-long stare. A vulnerability of sorts. A strange connection.
I feel like Ellister can see into my mind, see all my secrets, my entire past. Which is ridiculous, and it must be one-sided, because he’s just as mysterious as ever. Just completely shuttered, giving away nothing.
It’s almost like he’s empty.
I bet I could bring some spark to those eyes. He certainly deserves it after coming to my rescue twice now, and it wouldn’t exactly be a sacrifice on my part.
If a simple touch by him is this euphoric, what would it be like to actually have sex with the guy?
I shouldn’t be thinking that. He’s just trying to keep me from biting the dust, and here I am, lusting over his good Samaritan ways.
It’s possible I’ve just never experienced real attraction before. Sure, I’ve dated, but I’ve never reacted to someone like this. It’s like, for the first time, I’m getting those metaphorical fireworks everyone talks about when they meet someone special.
Maybe what I really need is a good dicking down. Just some good old-fashioned magical dick.
I snicker a little.
He looks at me like I’m losing my mind. “What’s so funny?”
“Nothing.” Giving his chest a pat, I make it known that I’m ready to stand on my own, and I spy the golf cart behind him. “Thanks for picking me up. I figured Jack would do it.”
“Who’s Jack?” Ellister’s eyes narrow suspiciously. Protectively? Jealously?
“Our groundskeeper. He lives in number four.” I tilt my head toward the house across from mine.
“Is he your mate?”
“Mate?” I suspect we’re encountering a language barrier. “Like my friend?”
“Your lover.”
My face screws up. “Ew, no. What the hell, Ellister? He’s like eighty years old. Andmate?Lover? So muchyuck.”
His lips twitch with amusement, and it’s the first time I’ve seen him smile a little. “Why are you so disturbed by those words?”
“Because it’s gross. No one says that.”
There’s a thoughtful pause, then Ellister goes back to seeming worried as his gaze travels from my feet to the top of my head. “What’s wrong with you?”
“Didn’t you read the flyer? I’m sick.” With small steps, I head for the golf cart that’s parked in front of the vacant cabin next door.
