Page 49 of In Love with Lewis Prescott
“It sounded like it came from inside the house. This makes no sense,” I say.
“Maybe it was the garage.”
Lewis opens the door to the garage, and we step outside to investigate, but we find nothing. He hits the garage door opener on the wall, and as it slowly rises, our jaws drop.
“Oh no,” we mutter in unison.
The elm tree that used to stand near the front of the yard lies across the driveway, just a foot behind where our cars are parked. As if on cue, the rain lightens to a sprinkle and the winds die down. It’s like someone flipped a switch.
“At least it missed our cars,” I mumble.
“Yeah. That’s lucky.” Lewis lets out a sad laugh. “We should probably start cutting it up to remove it.”
“What—now?”
He nods. “You’re going back into the city to meet up with your cousin tomorrow, right?”
I deflate. He’s right. I’m due for a ten o’clock appointment at a bridal boutique in San Francisco to help Naomi try on wedding dresses.
I tug at my hair and groan before stepping up to him. “I was so ready to say screw the tree, we’ll take care of it later, and drag you back to your bedroom for round two.”
He pulls me into him and wraps his arms around my waist. “Believe me, I want to do that more than anything.” He presses his hips forward and I feel the unmistakable evidence of just how badly he wants that. “But you can’t miss seeing your cousin. And now that the storm’s passed and it’s just raining, it’s best to get started on chopping that tree up now. It’s likely to take a few hours.” He pulls his phone out of his pocket and squints at the screen. It’s already almost three in the morning.
“But what about...” I nod at the massive bulge at the front of his pants.
He swallows and flashes a strained smile. “The minute I start working on that tree, it’ll go away.”
When he leans over and kisses my forehead, I instantly melt.
“We’ll start things up after you get home from going out with your cousin,” he says before leaning down to kiss me on the mouth. “Or the day after. Whenever you want me and you’re ready, I’m here for you.”
Just when I didn’t think I could melt any more, I do. Right here, standing in the garage, into a puddle of pure goo. Because Lewis’s sweetness is off the charts, and I absolutely adore it.
I squeeze my arms tighter around him, relishing how good it feels to cuddle against him. “You’re the best, you know that?”
“So I’ve been told.”
We pull apart, and Lewis throws on his work boots, then grabs the chain saw from the corner of the garage. I opt for the small axe covered in dust thatApongBernie would use to chop firewood when I was a kid. I’ve gotta expend this pent-up sexual energy somehow. May as well take it out on the fallen tree.
Lewis steps out into the light rain, then twists back to look at me. “Ready to get to work?”
I sigh. “I’m ready.”
Chapter Thirteen
Lewis
I reach into the shower and turn the water on hot. Steam fills the narrow bathroom as I shed my soaking-wet clothes onto the floor. All the muscles in my body are aching from spending the last few hours slicing up the fallen tree. But there’s only one ache I’m focused on.
I glance down at my rock-hard dick. Just the memory of Harper getting herself off while sitting next to me in the car, then riding me until I burst, has me steely. I close my eyes and groan as I tug the base of my shaft.
I’d give anything to feel her dainty hands on me instead of my own. But that’s not a possibility. She’s got to meet her cousin in a couple of hours, and she needs to be rested for that. That’s why I sent her inside after an hour of helping me chop the tree. As badly as I want her again—as much as I’m going out of my mind imagining her silky skin on my skin, her full, soft lips all over me—it wouldn’t have been right. Because when our second time together happens, I’m gonna need to take my time. Right now we can’t have the kind of long, slow, carnal fuck I’m aching to give her. So a quick jerk-off in the shower is what I’ll have to do to tide myself over until we can finally be together the way that we deserve to be.
I reach my free hand into the stream of water, pleased at the steamy temp. Stepping in, I turn away from the spray and let the hot water pound my aching back and shoulders. When I close my eyes, I see a highlight reel of my favorite images from the drive back from San Francisco. Harper’s hand sliding down the front of her yoga pants. Her teeth biting down on those beautifully bee-stung lips. The pink flush painting her cheeks. How her nipples turned to stiff peaks under the thin cotton of her top. How her tits bounced as she worked herself on top of me. How fucking good she felt. How her sweet sounds of ecstasy made my heart race and my dick throb.
I tighten my grip as I work myself in my own hand. God, this woman. I’ve never met anyone like her. Feisty and fierce, gorgeous and confident, brilliant and sweet, all in equal amounts.
Pleasure pulses through my body in the form of an ache, starting at the base of my spine and shooting all the way to my torso and my lower abdomen. I bite back a groan as the ache between my thighs gets hotter and harder. As loud as I wish I could be in this moment, I don’t want to wake Harper.
