Page 28 of The Only Time

I’m sitting outside on the porch waiting for her when she comes outside in tight jeans and a cream sweater. She has sunglasses on and somehow manages to look sexy but sweet. I don’t know how she pulls it off.

My heart does something weird in my chest. I think the stress of all of this is getting to me.

“I’ll drive,” she smiles as she looks at my arm.

I nod my head and stand up. At least I know I’m not looking much like a man these days with my injured arm. Not sure howattractive it is that she’s had to help me change clothes and open jars like a child.

The car ride to the store is quiet, but I find that neither of us feel the need to fill the silence. It’s quite relaxing. She grabs a cart, and I follow her around as she picks things up.

“What are you thinking of making tonight?” I ask curiously.

“Gnocchi in a cream sauce.”

I hold my stomach. “Woman. You’re gonna make me fat with your cooking.”

“I highly doubt that’s going to happen. I’ve seen you without a shirt.”

I smile, then notice a blush that creeps over her face and goes all the way down her neck. She reaches for some potatoes, but I’m too transfixed on her reaction.

“Did you know that when you blush,” the back of my finger touches her cheek “it goes all the way down to here,” I say until my finger is resting at the top of her cleavage.

Her chest is rising and falling rapidly as she looks up at me with wide eyes. We’re both rooted in our place, unable to break away from the hold that this attraction seems to have on us. She shakes her head back and forth.

“It’s distracting,” my voice says with anger. Because that’s how I feel right now. Angry. Angry that she does this to me. That I can’t stop myself from wanting her this way.

“I’m sorry,” she whispers delicately.

What would it feel like to have those lips wrapped around my cock. My dick hardens in my jeans at the thought. I move my hand down to adjust myself in my pants, her eyes following my movement. She looks shocked, and I’m too full of rage to behave.

“That’s right, Mia. That’s what your blushing does to me. It makes my dick hard.”

Without another word, I grab the cart and start pushing it away.

Chapter Eleven

Mia

My body has been tense all day. Ever since he said those words to me at the grocery store. I’m ashamed to admit that it instantly made my panties wet. He was so crass, and I should be offended. For all women, I should have smacked him and told him to get his finger off me.

But instead, I stood in place, my body scorching as I almost begged for him to put that finger to work somewhere else.

I haven’t been able to shake it since. Dinner was torture. It was like every move he made, every muscle in his arm was amplified by my desire for him.

I’m going to need to take care of myself when I get in bed to get my body under control. I can’t go walking around here panting at the very sight of him. Though I’m starting to doubt an orgasm is going to turn down the flames.

I look outside the window as the wind starts to pick up speed. The trees are blowing wildly in the night as a loud boom of thunder shakes the house. It’s an eerie feeling out there. I’m not used to these southern storms. They feel more intense than the ones we get up north.

I grab my book and pull back the covers of the bed to get in.

My phone goes off and I see a text from Savannah.

Savannah: How are you doing?

I think about it for a second before I text back.

Me: I’m hanging in there. It’s weird to be away from you guys. How are things going over there?

I watch the three dots appear and disappear repetitively. I almost give up on a message coming through when my phone beeps.

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