Long game. Long game. Long game.
I press my eyes shut and gently remove her hands from my fly. “There sure are.”
When I push Mia back to her position on the sofa, she looks up at me, smiling.
I spread her legs and get to work again, ignoring the aching bulge in my pants and the voice in the back of my brain screaming at me to fuck her senseless.
Instead, I make her cum three more times on my face and another with my fingers until she’s thoroughly, utterly spent. Then I kiss her and fetch her a glass of water and a piece of fruit from the fruit bowl on the counter.
“You’re going?” Delightfully rumpled and tangled in the bed sheet, she watches me gather my shirt and straighten out my clothes as best I can around the angry erection that still won’t subside.
I nod. “Gotta take the ladder up to the Inlet Views. Jack wanted me to look at the downpipes today. But I’ll see you tomorrow.” Taking the ladder to Jack is the last thing I want to do right now, but I need an excuse to get out of here before I give in.
She nods and, even though I’m silently dying a little death at leaving her like this, I’m quite proud that her smile looks a little dazed and her face is still flushed.
Somehow, I drag myself away and out of the house.
I shut the door behind me. In my truck, I lean my forehead against the steering wheel for a long moment.
Am I the biggest fucking loser in the Southern Hemisphere? Did I just let the best thing that might have ever happened to me slip through my fingers?
Again?
I don’t know, but I have to hope it’s not true. Because for the first time since I saw her and a part of me just knew, there’s finally a hope that Mia Sinclair might someday be mine.
I jerk off far too many times that night and the next morning in the shower just remembering the hungry look on Mia’s face as she reached for my belt. That and the look of bliss on her face as she came for me are rivals for best image ever.
Fuck!
I get hard on the drive over there and I have to pull over a couple streets away to give myself a moment to calm down. It’s like being a teenager again. Right now, anything and everything is setting me off. Her pretty smile, the memory of how she tastes. Everything. You’d think I’d have worked it out of my system at least a little, but when she opens the door and her gaze roves over every inch of my body, I shift uncomfortably and my cock threatens to give me away again.
“Hi.” Her smile is warm and filled with hints of what we did yesterday.
I stare at her for a long moment. How did I get this lucky? How do I stop myself from fucking this up again?
“Hi. I hand her the hot chocolate I got her at Coral Breeze Cafe and then stand there like a dumb-ass until the brain in my head starts working again. “I um...I’ll get that ensuite finished today. Get the grout in.” Jesus, grout? Is that the best I’ve got?
She steps aside to let me in. “Great. Did you have a good night?”
I hesitate. I did. I mean I spent half of it jerking off to her. She probably doesn’t want to hear that. “Ah, yeah. You?”
She nods. “Yeah. I called in and took the week off, and then I slept like a baby.”
Come on. At least part of that’s got to be a result of how many times I made her cum yesterday. I can’t help puffing out my chest a little and giving her a grin. “So, no regrets yet?”
She shakes her head. “Nope. Not at all.” She steps closer as if she might be about to suggest we pick up where we left off.
That’s a good sign. That’s a bloody good sign. But it’s not enough.
I clear my throat. “I’d better get started, huh?”
“Oh. Sure. I guess you want to get it done before it gets too cold, right?”
I nod though I don’t really have a good reason for rushing. It’s not a time sensitive job, particularly when she has another bathroom to use in the meantime. Particularly not when I know Mia is going to be here all week.
As I head up the stairs, I pat my pocket, double-checking I did in fact stuff at least five condoms in there this morning before I left my house.
Gotta be prepared after all.