Page 47 of Meet Me in the Vines
I cooked her my mom’s homemade chicken soup and brewed her mint tea with honey to soothe her throat. We’d sit on the front porch and watch the sunset, our fingers laced together. I’d spend all night holding her in my arms, thanking my lucky stars that she was home with me. I’d gently bathe her, softly lathering her with a sponge, and my stomach would drop when I’d see the cuts and bruises all over her body. I’d gently kiss them while we would lie in bed together, knowing they would fade, but hurting because the trauma behind the bruises would take longer to heal. And with every passing day, she gained back more of her strength.
I’ve seen her naked every day since she’s come home with me, but I haven’t acted on it. She was in a delicate and fragile state when she got here, but this morning is the first time I’ve seen her with color in her cheeks.
I lean forward and trace my index finger across her freckles, like I did that night at the gazebo. I remember reaching out and touching her, as if I were dipping my fingers into the most alluring constellation the universe had to offer. I couldn’t resist her gorgeous face then, and I can’t resist it now. I press my lips into her soft pout, unable to contain the need to taste her.
Her eyes flutter open like the most magnificent set of wings on a butterfly. That’s what Audrey’s eyes are. She’s most beautiful like this, with her hair tousled from sleeping, her eyes half-lidded and dreamy. She’s wearing nothing but my UC Davis soccer shirt that stops mid-thigh and a pair of black panties that make her ass look edible. My cock throbs under my briefs just looking at her.
“Morning,” she smiles and snuggles into my chest. Her voice is getting stronger each day and every time I hear her speak, it makes my insides flip. It’s got a little rasp to it, but it’s still her.
“Morning, Mouse. You sleep okay?” I trace the light bruising on the column of her throat, and she grabs my hand andintertwines her fingers through it. I love us like this, the quiet moments in the morning where we can’t keep our hands off each other.
Given the circumstances, we haven’t touched outside of cuddling, kissing, and bathing. I didn’t want her to get the wrong idea, and she needed time to rest.
“I slept amazing. Mmm, you smell good,” she murmurs, burying her nose in my chest, pressing a light kiss between my pecs.
She sits up, stretching her arms high over her head like a cat in the morning. I sit up against my bed frame and watch her eyes close, her head leaning side to side, a look of contentment on her beautiful face. Her eyes slowly open and she huffs out a giggle, getting on all fours, and crawling over to kiss me.
“Are you hungry? I can make us breakfast?” I ask as she straddles my lap. I hear her stomach grumble and cock up an eyebrow.
“I assume that’s a yes?”
“Eggs, bacon, and pancakes?” she chirps, and I can’t hold back my laugh at her appetite. She’s tiny but eats like a baby dinosaur. It’s amazing.
“Anything for you, Mouse.” I kiss her on the tip of her nose and she slides off of my lap, both of us stepping out of bed.
“I’m gonna hop in the shower,” she says, slinking her way to the bathroom, hips swaying, blanket trailing behind her. Why is every single movement she does so sexy? A lump catches in my throat as I watch her grab the hem of her sleep shirt and pull it swiftly over her head.
My mouth gapes open as she saunters away slowly. Topless. Her round, perfect ass accentuated by her black panties.
Holy hell.
I am fully eye fucking her as she turns her head to the side, smiling before she disappears into the bathroom.
Should I follow her? Does she want me to follow her? No. She would’ve said something. I won’t engage until she’s ready. But damn, she’s teasing the fuck out of me. I adjust my rock hard dick in my briefs and turn toward the kitchen, needing to make a buffet of a breakfast to distract myself.
I blare music through the bluetooth speaker in my kitchen, starting on the pancake batter. My eyes keep glancing at the bathroom door, thinking about Audrey showering, the warm water cascading over her supple tits and taut nipples. I want to wash her body with my hands, lathering soap in places that I dream of burying myself in. I whisk the batter faster, trying to get a hold of myself.
With my bedroom door open, I see Audrey walk out of the bathroom, her skin shiny and wet. Her towel wraps around her body, showing the swell of her breasts and putting her long legs on display. Her hair is damp, sticking to the middle of her back.
She carries a bottle of lotion and places it on the bed, shaking her hair out and stretching her elegant neck.
I keep my eyes on her, whisking the pancake batter slowly as I watch her lift a leg on the bed and lather lotion from her thigh down to her dainty ankles. The morning sun reflects through the windows of the room, casting a light on her that looks like it’s from heaven itself. A glowing angel.
She lathers the other leg, slow and sensual, and I wonder if she knows I’m watching. She hasn’t once looked out of the room to notice me, even though the door is wide open. Part of me feels like she’s putting on a show, and I’ve got a front-row seat.
My throat suddenly runs dry as she drops her towel, my mouth agape as I take in her side profile. The perfect curve of her breast, the slope of her perky nipples, the dip in her hip, the delicious curve of her ass. I drop the whisk and bite my fist, leaning on the kitchen island as I watch her.
She pumps more lotion into her hand, rubbing it over her tits, down her flat stomach, and right over her pubic bone.
I look down and my cock is sticking out of my briefs, clearly entertained by Audrey’s lotion show.
“Fuck,” I grit, gripping the edge of the kitchen island like I’m about to break it off. The wild beast inside of me thrashes from within my ribcage, demanding to be released. I lick my lips as I think about burying my face between her legs. Damn, I wanna hear her scream my name.
She turns around, lathering more lotion on her ass, the small of her back, and over her shoulders. She turns her head to the side and smirks, slowly bending down, rubbing lotion on the backs of her thighs. My chin hits the counter at the sight, her pretty pink pussy glistening as she bends over.
Fuck pancakes, my breakfast is in the bedroom right now.
I keep the kitchen island between me and her, because if I don’t, I’ll cross a line I can’t uncross.
