“Nothing fancy,” I toss in as a Hail Mary attempt. I’m getting a feel for her already, and I know she’s not the kind who likes to go out that much. My girl likes to keep things low-key.
“I’ll grill up some steaks, and I have a bottle of red wine my mom swears is pretty good.” Anything to have her back in my space and in my arms.
“Okay. That sounds like fun.” She grins and relaxes.
“Good, baby.” With our next date in the books planned out, I feel like I can breathe a little easier.
8
STELLA
“Eli!” I gasp as his tongue licks up and down the line of my neck. I swear his togue is making nerve ends I didn’t know existed come to life.
My legs squeeze together, and he makes a deep sound. One that vibrates against my skin and has me opening my thighs. He murmurs his approval as his hands travel southbound and take hold of the frilly material of the dress I’m wearing.
“You wear this for me, Stella baby? You wear this to tempt me? To teach you a lesson, beautiful?”
“Eli.” I can’t seem to say anything more than his name. My brain can’t seem to stitch two words together. But he doesn’t need me to. The tips of his fingers move beneath the skirt of my dress, and I open my legs wider.
For him.
“Yeah, my girl wore this for me.” His fingertips lightly graze my thighs, and he’s just about to reach exactly where I want him to touch me.
“I’m gonna teach you so much, baby. Together, we’re gonna learn what gets this little virgin pussy off.” His dark promises are a vow I want him to follow through.
I want to be his.
I want him to take my virginity.Claim me.I know how barbaric it sounds, but there is no other word for what I want him to do to me. Just as the pads of his fingers skim the gusset of my panties, a loud knock sounds, and I wake up. My heart beats, and I place my hand over it as I look around.
I’m at the cabin, and I’ve been dreaming. Dirty dreaming. Wow.
Then it dawns on me. Shit! I fell asleep!
I finished everything I needed to do and sat down for a moment before getting ready for our date but must have drifted off to sleep. The last thing I remember is thinking how I love the throw pillow smelling like Eli.
“Crap.” I look at my cell phone next to me and wince.
Two missed calls from Camila and three texts from Eli.
“Shit, shit, shit!” I mutter to myself, suddenly in a rush. I jump up and rush to the front door and open it, totally unprepared for the sight of Eli Woodman standing there.
Dressed for a date.
With me.
He stands tall, dressed in a black dress shirt and matching slacks. The whole outfit freshly pressed or dry cleaned, he looks flawless. His hair is down, past his shoulders, and I wonder, not for the first time, what it would be like to run my fingers through his wavy tresses.
“Hey.” He smiles, looking me up and down. I swallow, look down at myself, and try not to wince.
“Sorry! I fell asleep.”
“It’s okay.” He grabs my hand, and as I stare at him, I relax a little. He really is okay with me not being ready. “Do you wanna resched?—"
“No.” I don’t even let him finish talking. How he looks as good as he does after working all day? I have no idea. “I’ll be thirty minutes, tops.”
“Stella.” He grabs my wrist before I can run into my bedroom and pulls me in closer. “You’re tired.”
“I was. I sat down and—" I sigh because I don’t want him to think I’m not interested. I’m very interested. My cheeks redden as I start to think about the dream I just had.
