She tried to hide her blush over her mug of coffee, but I still caught it. “Are you going to get dressed anytime soon?”
I watched her follow the dripping water down my chest. “Why?” I smirked. “Does seeing me without clothes on make you uncomfortable?”
She dragged her hand through her hair and shrugged. “No, not at all. It’s nothing I haven’t seen before.”
I laughed. I seemed to be doing a lot of that in the past twenty-four hours. “You’re so full of shit.”
She stood up and walked over to the sink to rinse her plate off. I strolled over and stopped when I reached her back. She took in a ragged breath. I could see her chest rising and falling at a steady rhythm.
I leaned in and whispered in her ear. “I’m not even touching you, and you’re already turned on.”
She closed her eyes and bit down on her bottom lip. Her hands gripped the edge of the countertop. “You’re not playing fair.”
I stepped in closer and braced my hands on either side of her. There was nowhere for her to go. She darted her tongue out and licked her lower lip. I loved knowing I could get her so worked up without having to lay a finger on her. My chest heaved and whatever plans I thought I had for the rest of the day flew out my kitchen window.
Her eyes fluttered closed, and she sighed. “You’re distracting me.”
I brushed my thumbs along her arm, her body practically arched into my erection. “That sounds serious.”
She spun around, and tried to push against me, but her strength was no match for mine. “You’re hopeless,” she sighed, looping her hands around my neck and capturing my mouth in one swift move. My chest was still damp from the shower, but she didn’t seem to mind. I tightened my fingers around her hip and pulled her against my cock. Her tongue swirled with a force that had me aching to be inside of her.
The ringing of her cell phone had us pulling apart. I ran my hands through my hair in frustration. What the fuck was wrong with me? I was insatiable. I could not get enough of this woman. It was like she had some magical pussy or something.
I needed to get a grip and put some distance between us. Otherwise, I was going to be late for lunch with my mother, and most likely miss my flight back to New York.
I dropped my hands from her shoulder. “You should probably get that.” I slanted my head to the side. “I’m going to get dressed.”
I spun around and walked into my bedroom to grab my clothes, taking a couple of minutes to clear my head. This woman was killing me, and it was safe to say that she was under my skin.
* * *
“What’s goingon in that pretty little heads of yours?” I asked, letting my hand slide down to grip the steering wheel as we reached a stop sign. She’d been quiet since we pulled out of my driveway. I could practically feel the wheels turning in her head.
She shifted her weight and threw her hair over her shoulder and started to wrap it into a thick braid. “I was just wondering when I was going to see you again.”
I let my foot off the break then placed it on the gas. My eyes went back to the road as we picked up speed.
I turned and reached for her hand. It was so small, yet it fit perfectly inside mine. Like it belonged there. “I want to make you promises, but I’m not even sure of that answer myself.” I hated having this conversation, especially after last night. “All I can do is try my best, and see you as often as my schedule allows.
I should have been focusing on running the business and helping my mother sort through my father’s finances. Instead, I was here, in a small little beach town in South Carolina, questioning all the decisions I had made up to this point in my life. Wondering how I was going to walk away from this woman when all I wanted to do was beg her to come with me. I knew it was a ridiculous thought given how anchored her life was here. It wasn’t like I could ask her to quit her job, pack shit up, stick Tanner in the back seat and move almost a thousand miles away with someone she had only known for a few weeks. I was losing my mind trying to figure out how I was going to make this work.
I slid my sunglasses over my eyes and glanced in her direction.
She fiddled with the ends of her hair like she was nervous. “You don’t need to make me any promises right now. Things are already complicated as it is. We can just keep things light.” She said it so casually, I thought I misheard her.
I swerved the car off the side of the road and slammed it in park. Her comment pissed me off.
“Let’s you and I get a few things straight.”
It was obvious that we needed to get on the same page. I wasn’t a relationship expert, but even I knew that miscommunication could end things quicker than they started. “I’m not going to make you any promises that I can’t keep. I won’t lie to you either. I really don’t know how we are going to make this work, but we will find a way. I told you I would try my best and that’s all I can do.”
She sighed and looked down at her lap. “I appreciate you saying that. I just don’t want you to feel pressured.”
I shook my head and gripped the back of my neck. “I’m with you because I like being with you. If I call you, it’s because I want to hear your voice. If I decide to fly to South Carolina every weekend, it’s because I have the time and want to see you.”
I grabbed her chin in my hand, forcing her to hear my last words. “People do long-distance relationships all the time. There is no right or wrong. There are no rules. There are probably a million reasons why this won’t work, but I don’t care about a single one.”
She smiled, leaned in, and pressed her lips to mine. I kissed her like I didn’t want to leave her. Our tongues pushed and pulled against each other. It was as if we were chasing something and desperately trying to hold onto what it was. Never in my life had I ever felt such a pull to another human being. Sure, I’ve had chemistry with other women before, but never to this level.