Page 26 of I Love You Again
"Except, y'all are starting to sound real homely. Omelette Brad? May the good Lord havemercy."
"Yes, sugar. May the good Lord have mercy on you too." Brad really put the effort into his voice that time, and Neil burst outlaughing.
"You sound more like my grandmother than she does. Have funman."
"Bye, bye now sugar." Brad continued to tease and chuckled to himself as he hungup.
He then made his way downstairs. When he got to the kitchen, he stopped by the entrance, too mesmerized by the beauty before him to ventureinside.
Today Trina wore a peach camisole top with tiny laces that tied at the top of her delicate shoulders. She turned revealing that the back of the top was tied too exposing the hollow of her back with skin that looked like liquidgold.
Her hair swished across in long graceful waves drawing his attention to her perfect waist, perfect shape in those denim shorts and those long smoothlegs.
Shit, he should stop looking, butcouldn't.
Thankfully he managed to look more composed when she looked up at him andsmiled.
"Hey." She smiled wide revealing her perfect white teeth. "Who on earth was that you were talking to, and with that Blanche Dubois accent?" She startedlaughing.
He supposed he did sound like Blanche Dubois. "It was Neil, checking to see if we were still alive. We mess around like thatsometimes."
She laughed even more. "You're sofunny."
"He wanted proof of life," Bradgrinned.
She laughed and tilted her head to the side regarding him with keen eyes. "Next time I'll bark orsomething."
"Okay, I'll rememberthat."
He made his way inside and grabbed the loaf of bread from the other counter to make a start on her toast. She gazed up at him when he set it beforeher.
He was thinking of doing some exploring today. It would be nice to go out and see any of the sights the island had tooffer.
"What do you want to do today?" heasked.
"Everything, there's so much to do." Excitement lit up hereyes.
"There's tons to do. What are you feeling upfor?"
"Anything, I'm in my shorts." She laughed, and poor him took that as an invite to look again, lingering for a little too long at those smooth goldenlegs.
"Guided tour or not?" He asked lookingaway.
Her face lit up at the suggestion. "We could do a bit of both. We've always done more interesting things when we did our ownthing."
While she meant exploring or something similar, all he could think of was the times they'd sneak away from a family gathering or one of Jim's expeditions to either make out or make love. Brad had to look away when she looked at him. In fact, he had to move away from her. He walked over to the other cupboard to get the eggs, and someseasoning.
What was wrong with him? Thinking about sex, and her likethat.
But then, she’d always had this effect on him, and he couldn’t stop. When his cock started to harden, he moved around and tried to distract himself with gathering what he needed to make thetoast.
"When do you want to go?" she askedbrightly.
"The minute we finish this. The earlier, the better. I think we can do a mixture of things. Plus, we're here for a few more days. If we plan it properly, we could see everythingindeed."
"Yes." Her eyes sparkled. "Oh, I haven't done anything like this in forever." Shebeamed.
"Well, I'll be sure you have a greattime."
