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She notices my wince of pain when I shift slightly.
“Is your arm painful?” she asks, her blue eyes full of concern.
“Yes, but my back is bothering me more. Don’t suppose you have any hard liquor? Like whiskey or bourbon? I need to take the edge off or I won’t sleep tonight.”
“No, sorry. How long are you planning on staying for exactly?”
I wondered how long it would take for her to ask. I’ve been here 24 hours and she’s not said a word so far. Then it occurs to me, maybe she has a boyfriend. I’ve not seen her use a phone, so I figure it got abandoned at the restaurant. If she does have a boyfriend, he’s probably going frantic. That should make me feel guilty, but I don’t. The idea of her having some asshole boyfriend triggers rage and my hand clenches into a tight fist. She notices and her eyebrow shoots up.
“You can stay longer if you like.” The words tumble out of her mouth like confetti and I see a flash of anxiety in her eyes. That makes me feel like a complete shit and I force myself to relax.
“I’m sorry for landing all this on you. You don’t deserve to get caught up in my mess.” My apology is genuine and her expression softens.
“It’s OK, I had nothing better to do.”
“No boyfriend beating a path to your door?” I curse myself for asking when she grins.
“Ha, no. Not since Lester the Leech.”
“Dare I ask why you call him that?”
“I acquired him at a gig. He latched on to me and my friend and I couldn’t get rid of him.” She sighs. “Don’t get me wrong, he was a nice guy, but he misinterpreted me asking if he wanted to come up for coffee to me suggesting he move in. It took me months to get rid of him. Cara says I attract social misfits and sad cases like old ladies attract stray cats.”
“Am I a sad case and misfit?” I ask, hoping she says no, of course not.
There’s a long pause while we both consider what an appropriate response sounds like.
“Well,” she says, choosing her words carefully. “You are injured, so that makes you a rescue case, but I guess you’re not exactly a sad sack like Lester.” Her eyes flick down my bare chest and her cheeks blush.
I can’t help it, my body reacts to her blatant appreciation of my muscles and my cock hardens in my pants. The whole sweet and innocent vibe, combined with her curves and quirky nature, does it for me. She’s nothing like the sophisticated, polished women I usually associate with and I want her.
Badly.
Her eyes skim lower and then widen when she spots the tell-tale bulge pressing against the front of my Armani pants.
“No, definitely not like Lester…” She leaps from her chair like it has electrocuted her ass. “Coffee?” she squeaks as she dashes into the kitchen.
I stalk after her, my painful arm and aching back forgotten. If I’m stuck here for another 48 hours or so, I may as well enjoy it.
She’s filling the kettle with water when I move up behind her, pressing against her shapely ass. I hear a sharp intake of air and she drops the kettle in the sink.
“Fuck!” Hearing her curse is a turn-on. She’s too cute to use such foul language. That said, pretty much everything she does is a turn-on. I can’t decide if I’m sexually frustrated after an extended dry spell or insanely attracted to this woman.
My good arm slips around her waist and pulls her back. I’m still hard and I know she feels it from the way she quivers slightly.
“I’ll be out of your hair in a day, so don’t panic,tesoro.I never outstay my welcome.”
“There’s no food, I’ll have to go to the store if you’re staying.”
Her hair smells like coconut. I drag in a deep breath and close my eyes for a moment. What will she taste like? I have a feeling she’ll be sweet, like strawberries or cotton candy. My dick throbs and I try to control my desperate need to grind against her.
“I’m not thinking about grocery shopping right now.” All I can think about is eating her pussy. I’m starving for her.
She moans softly when I cup her chin and tilt her head so I can kiss her. Her lips are soft as I plunder her mouth with my tongue, taking what I want with no apology. My other hand grips her hip to prevent her from moving. I have her pinned up against the counter but she’s making no effort to escape.
“Are you wet for me,tesoro?”I ask when I release her mouth and lick her neck. Salt and something sweet, like caramel infused with chocolate. I was right, she’s like fucking candy. I can’t get enough of her.
“No,” she says, but it’s a lie. Her whole body trembles with lust. She’s as desperate for me as I am for her, and I love it.
