Page 32 of Our Promise
He smiled. She would be very surprised soon.
There was no more half stepping. It was going to be all or nothing.
“So now thatyou have kidnapped me from work, what are we going to do?” Lorielle asked Benny as they walked into her house.
“We’re leaving out in the morning. However, tonight I just want us to hang out. Maybe you can show me how you work the wheel.”
Her eyes twinkled. She loved pottery. He knew he won her over with that.
Benny ordered them lunch while she changed into something more relaxing. They ate and talked and, like always, he enjoyed her conversation. They ended up falling asleep on the floor in the living room where they had been sitting, eating. When they woke, it was dark outside.
Benny suggested getting dressed and going out to dinner, but she said she was enjoying their time inside together. He didn’t know if that was entirely true, but it was true to him, so he placed another order for dinner.
After their meal, it was time to head out to her shed.
“You should put these on.” She pointed to the coveralls she had hanging on the back of the door. They were two sizes too big for her, so he was able to make them work for him. She wore a lounge dress she didn’t mind getting dirty, so they were set.
Lorielle got everything set up. She told him she would start off then he could take over.
Benny stood back, watching her work. It was intriguing seeing her take a blob of clay and mold it into what would be a masterpiece.
“What do you want to make?” she asked as a cylinder rolled beneath her fingers.
“I don’t know.”
“What about a bowl for your ramen?” she questioned with a teasing smile.
She was picking at him about his love for homemade ramen noodles. He took the noodles he had as a kid and fixed them up just as if he was going to a restaurant, but better.
“Yeah, that’s a good idea.”
“Alright, you come take over.”
“Now?” What she had right now didn’t look much like a bowl. “I don’t want to mess up.” Though he was hesitant, he took her place on the bench.
“I won’t let you.” She sat behind him, resting her front against his back. Her hands came around, rubbing down his muscular arms to his hands.
Lorielle's foot was on the peddle, pressing it down to gain speed. Then she took their hands to the clay. It was smooth to the touch as he allowed Lorielle to guide his hands.
Benny took a second to check in with his senses. Lorielle was everywhere. The light scent of her was in his nose, she was snuggled against his back, in her embrace, and he was loving every second.
“I like this,” he confessed.
“Enough to pick up this hobby?”
“No, I like this with you.”
He had no interest in clay-making, but he was very interested in the maker.
The wheel slowed. Benny looked over his shoulder at Lorielle to see what happened. She gazed at him intently before she surprised him by climbing into his lap.
“My hands are dirty, but I’m going to touch you,” she warned.
He didn’t care. He was burning alive for her touch. “Touch me.” He gripped her waist, fitting her so that his erection was wedged between her legs.
She released a soft gasp as her hands stroked up his arm. It was a light touch he barely felt, but it left a fiery trail behind. She moved to his neck, going around to his hair. She tugged at the braids he had tucked in a bun at the back of his head. He groaned as his head went back.
Lorielle attacked his neck with scorching fervent kisses that was awakening the beast. He was ready to flip her over on the bench and make himself at home between her thighs.
