Page 14 of Spellbound
It scared me to bits.
The adrenaline rush I got the one time I skydived didn’t hold a candle to the power those three little words held. I couldn’t just blurt them out. Not here. Not on the wake of the best sex I’d had in . . . ever.
Tomorrow. After Stephanie’s wedding rehearsal. Not before; not then and shift the spotlight away from her and Grant. After, then. When we were alone. That’s when I would share my secret with him.
Eli’s chest heaved beneath me, his breath coming in short labored bursts. My words would be a commitment, on my part at least. How would Eli react? What if he rejected me?
What if he didn’t?
My chest seized and it was long moments before I caught my breath. A few more before I could speak.
“So, you’re a boob guy. Good to know.”
He lowered his head and took one in his mouth. Let it out with aplop.
“And you like to drive. Really good to know.”
He mimicked my nip-slash-tongue lash thing and had me squirming. Then rolled us till I was flipped on my back. His hair, damp with sweat, curled at the tips and fell from his forehead.
I peered up at him. Swept it off his face. “I’ve always been a stick shift kind of woman. Give me a powerful engine and a plenty of gears and I’m toast. In a good way.”
He grinned. Shifted his hips and rubbed his erect cock against my—would you look at that—suddenly heated core. “I’ve always been a bat and balls kind of guy. How about another trip around the bases?”
Batter up.
8
Eli
Emma Grayce leanedacross the narrow pedestal sink, peered into the tiny wall mirror in the Lilliputian-sized bathroom. From my position propped against the bed pillows, I watched her through the bedroom doorway, which led shotgun-style across the hall and straight into the bathroom. My bathroom in Boston was enormous with a walk-in shower and jetted tub, and I could envision her there, covered to her delicate throat in suds. Not only could I imagine it; Iwantedher there. This attraction of mine was out of control.
She’d spent a good amount of time going through her morning routine, and apparently it wasn’t something that could be accomplished from a straight-standing position. It only seemed to work when she was peering into her reflection from a distance of no more than six inches, which left her bent at the waist at an angle that pointed her panty-clad ass in my direction. I was not complaining.
She stopped waving a puffy brush-looking thing over her cheek and peered at me through the oval mirror.
“Colleen messaged. Last night, while we were at The Barn. There’s some sort of conflict so she wants to meet this morning to set up for the rehearsal dinner. We have to wait to do the actual food, of course, but—”
“No problem.” And since I had no idea of the time, picked up my phone and checked it. “It’s already nine. You done hogging the bathroom?”
She stuck out her tongue then blew me—the reflection of me—a kiss. “You were welcome to join me in the shower.”
“Woman, if I’d joined you in the shower, I’d be nothing more than a puddle of frustrated sexual tension circling the drain. That thing’s barely big enough to bathe Mimi’s Chihuahua.”
She gave me an arch look. Which I totally understood.
“Yes, I am a puddle whenever you’re around. A sad puddle of lust. Now, hurry up, babe, or I’m going to join you after all”—I paused for dramatic effect—“and take you from behind.”
“Hmm, we haven’t tried that yet.” Emma Grayce giggled, then scooped her makeup and whatever into her travel bag.
She wandered back into the bedroom and dug through her suitcase until she had clothes for the day. “So, back to the topic at hand. Stephanie wants a BBQ out at her mom’s tonight after the rehearsal, then their reception in the town square tomorrow.
“Wedding’s at eleven, right?”
“Yep, and the reception’s nothing fancy, just a bunch of fun things to do. Most of it’s ready to set up. She has worker bees all lined up. I’ll meet them there.”
I scooted to the edge of the bed and stood. “Breakfast first, then I’ll come with you to help.” And there I went blurting out suggestions before engaging my brain. I could blame it on a lack of caffeine, but really, was spending so much close-and-personal time with Emma a good idea? Depended who you asked. I was afraid it was asking for trouble. Getting in too deep, too fast. Mimi would be standing on the sidelines shaking her pompoms and picking out save-the-date cards.
Emma Grayce stole my attention as she hopped into jeans at the foot of the bed, then reached down to fold up the hems. She straightened and flashed me a smile.
