Page 122 of Into These Eyes
“Jamie … speaking,” she pants, her face flushed. “Oh, I was just … exercising.”
I grin at her, studying her expressions while she listens intently, her eyes roaming over me, until they fixate on my erection. Stiffening, a deep blush scorches her cheeks as her hand flutters to her mouth.
She’s seen my hard-on plenty of times, yet she’s never had that reaction. Looking down, I see why. There’s a lovely little damp patch on my trackpants, right over my erection where she rubbed her wet pussy. When my dick twitches, she lets out a sharp giggle, quickly disguising it with a cough.
“Of course, Eric. I’ll be there right away.” She hangs up and reluctantly slides off the countertop.
“I’ll make your coffee while you shower,” I tell her, reaching into the cupboard for her travel mug.
“Thank you.”
As she brushes past, I grab her arm, tug her close and kiss her swollen lips. “You’re welcome.”
After she leaves for work, I hop in the shower and jerk off, then do it all over again before she arrives home. Getting my hopes up that I’ll finally get to claim her tonight is something I shouldn’t count on, but I’m sure as hell prepared. I did, after all, guarantee I’d give her multiple orgasms. No fucking way am I letting her down by losing it in my pants like I almost did this morning.
Besides, she may have changed her mind for all I know. Earlier this afternoon she sent me a text explaining she’d be home later than usual, giving her only enough time get ready before we need to leave for dinner. Her concise message left no hint at the change in our dynamic.
She wants me, I remind myself. She did a pretty good job of showing me this morning.
As I head out of the bathroom, I freeze.Condoms. Shit. Do we need them? I know I’m clean. And I’m sure she is. But she won’t want to risk a pregnancy when she’s only just finished raising her sister. Would she bother with birth control if she’s not sexually active?
Fuck.
Because of soccer and then spending every spare moment with Mum when she got sick, I’d only had sex a few times as teenager, but always with a condom. The thought of sinking inside Jamie without any barrier has my dick stirring already.
I check my watch. No time. We’ll have to figure it out after the dinner.
Of all the nights I’ve spent here, tonight’s the first time I have permission to grab her and kiss her the moment she walks in the door. But I can’t.
We have a date.
Even so, I’m determined to find a way to drive her crazy, to tease her and turn her on so the moment we get home, she won’t be able to keep her hands off me. I’ve made her a promise, and I damn well intend to keep it.
From my room, I hear the laundry door close, then the clack of her heels in the hallway. I’ve shut my door, knowing if I see her, I won’t be able to control myself.
“I’m here,” she calls as she passes by.
“Just getting ready.” Rising from the desk, I strip off, then pluck the first and only suit I’ve ever owned from the wardrobe.
After buttoning the crisp white shirt, I struggle with the tie until I watch a few YouTube videos and finally get the hang of it. Then I slip into the pants and deep blue matching jacket. The colour intensifies my eyes, but I hate the feel of the tight collar around my neck. But I suck it up, knowing I’d walk through fire to make her happy, so a little discomfort for a couple of hours will be a breeze.
Once I’m ready, I open my door and step into the hallway.
“Gavin?” she calls from her bedroom.
“Ready for me to book our ride?” I ask.
“Yes, thanks.”
I grin like a fool. Such a simple, domestic exchange of words, but damn if it doesn’t give me a thrill.
With my dress shoes feeling foreign on my feet, I stride into the kitchen and lean against the counter. Casually crossing my ankles, I click on the app, book our ride, and wait.
It’s not long before heels tap on the polished floorboards in the hallway. My heart thrums with sudden nerves and anticipation.
“Our ride’ll be here in—”
I can’t finish, because there she is. Her beautiful, expressive eyes widen as she takes me in. She’s wearing a stunning forest green halter dress that hugs the curves of her waist and breasts, dipping low enough to show just enough cleavage to be respectable. My gaze lowers to the gentle flare of fabric over her hips, flowing loosely to the tops of her knees, revealing those bare, toned calves. Her auburn hair cascades over her arms in a mass of waves and curls. She’s elegant. Exquisite. Ravishing.
