Page 38 of Cursed Luck
Edward drew in her lower lip, and a thousand sparks went off along her body. “I’ll call you later?”
She laughed as he walked backward toward the door. “Do you even have my number?”
“I have my ways,” he teased with a wink before disappearing out the shop.
Would she survive a few days without his surprise visits?
Chapter 17
Edward dragged his feet through the street, to his flight, and into his hotel. He hated being apart from Mia. Sure, they talked for a little before he had boarded his flight, but it was not the same as watching her expressive eyes during a conversation.
He unlocked the door to his room and dropped his carryon on the chair beside the king-size bed. For a second, he wished he had thought to ask her along for the short trip but tossed out the idea as soon as he processed it.
There was no way Mia could step away from her business now that it was generating the foot traffic and revenue it did. Soon, she would need to hire extra help if she expected to stay on top of everything. His skin tingled, and an image of Claudia behind the counter came to mind.
He needed to ask Brandy how many hours Claudia was getting at the café. It was not like Max needed her to work, but Edward had heard whispers of her needing to feel like she could stand on her own two feet. His instinct was the florist was a better fit for her than the café.
Edward stored the information aside for later and pulled his cell phone out. He found Mia’s contact he had procured from Brandy and began typing.
Edward: Checked in. I’m going to wash off the travel grime and give you a call after if that’s okay?
He stared at the phone for a minute before sighing and setting it to charge. Making quick work of removing his clothes, he heard the phone vibrate against the wood table before he could step toward the bathroom.
Mia: Sounds great. I’ll go shower now since I’m rather dirty from today.
His dick jumped at the innocent message. Images of Mia under the spray of water, suds washing away the dirt she had gotten on herself, came to mind. He was rock hard in seconds, all the blood pooling and begging for her silky touch.
“Damn it.” Edward groaned and dropped his phone onto the table.
He set the water to cold and squeezed the base of his dick, hoping the pressure would go down. Stepping under the spray, he shut his eyes. Each droplet hit, then trailed along his over-sensitized skin.
As if that wasn’t enough torture, his mind played image after image of Mia, water running down her hair, breasts, hips, shapely legs…
There was no way he would be able to function if he let his mind continue down that path. Using the bar of soap, he lathered his body and groaned when he reached his shaft. His dick throbbed in his palm when thoughts pushed forward of how it would feel to be balls deep inside Mia.
His hand was the furthest thing from what he wanted. Edward finished washing himself, careful of his erection and doing his best to keep Mia at the recesses of his mind. After shutting off the water, he dried off and wrapped the towel around his waist, then headed for the bed.
The cool sheets against his naked body were absolutely no help. After a few minutes, his erection barely budged. “Fuck you,” he snapped at the offending appendage. He stacked the pillows behind him and grabbed his phone.
Mia: Did you fall asleep?
He glanced at the time and realized he had been in the shower longer than he thought. He pressed the call button and raised the phone to his ear, eager to hear her voice. Like a tail wagging, his dick jumped at her sleepy greeting.
“DidIwakeyou?” he teased by way of greeting.
“No. A little longer and you would have. I guess I’m more tired than I thought,” she said and cleared her throat.
“Why don’t we talk tomorrow then? I don’t want to keep you up if you’re tired, baby.”
“Uh-uh, I can stay awake for a bit. I’ve been looking forward to hearing your voice.”
He couldn’t believe it had only been hours since they’d last seen each other. The next couple of days would drag until he could gather her in his arms again.
“I like hearing your voice too, but I miss your face,” he admitted.
“Do you want to do a video chat then?” she asked.
His bastard dick twitched at the suggestion. “We can. I’ll go put on a shirt—”
