“Let me show you.”
I know good and well how to bowl. I’m just rusty is all. But the way he’s putting his arms around me, showing me how to stand and where to release the ball, has me going all warm and gooey, so I let him.
When I turn and see Maddie sneaking a drink from my cup, she raises a brow at our flirtatious encounter. I shrug and give her a playful smirk.
I purposefully mess up the shot so he’ll do it again. Based on the cocky look on his face, he knows it, too. And he likes it.
And boy do I like that he likes it.
We spend the next hour flirting and bowling and laughing. I’m not even sure either of us noticed when Maddie and Tag left. Let’s just say our focus has been pretty well centered on each other. Because with the way he’s looking at me, the man wants to eat me alive. And I’m all too eager to let him. At this point, I’d let him do anything. I’m putty in his hands.
“Take me home already,” I say in pure desperation, even before the last game is finished.
His smile is a mile wide as he gently pushes me down onto a seat, crouches down to remove my shoes, then whispers, “I can’t wait to remove every goddamn piece of your clothes, especially these jeans. Do you know how good your ass looks in them?” He kisses the skin just below my ear. “My cock has been hard for you all night.” He nibbles my earlobe. “Are you wet for me, Ava?”
I swallow and nod.
“I’ve been dreaming of tasting you again all day.”
I sigh, put a hand on his chest and push him away so he’s looking at me. “I’ve been dreaming about tasting you too.”
“Fuck. I think I just came a little bit.”
I laugh giddily knowing I’m getting to him just as much as he’s getting to me.
He sits on the seat next to me, takes off his shoes, hands them to me and says, “Mind paying Monty? I need a minute.”
I take his shoes and happily go pay for our games knowing exactly what’s in store, all the while trying not to feel guilty about this being the best date we’ve ever had.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Trevor
Her head is perched against the couch cushion. Her flowery scent permeates my nose. Her sock-covered feet lay across my lap, and every once in a while, she’ll moan appreciatively as I massage them.
When she stops talking, I give her foot a tight squeeze. “Go on, read more.”
She closes the diary. “My throat’s getting dry.”
I move her feet and hop off the couch. “I’ll grab you a bottle of water.”
The past several days have been pretty fucking incredible. At my request, she’s been reading diary entries to me every night. I really like her voice. I really like a lot of things about her. And although I’m still not exactly up for everyone telling me whoIused to be, I find it fascinating to learn who Ava was. Getting to know her again through the pages of her diary is enlightening. Fun, even. And super sexy. Because her voice is, well… sexy.
Something changed on Friday when I slipped into her bed. Well,ourbed since I’ve slept there for the past three nights. The next day, we had breakfast together, she went off to work, and I started working on my online certification stuff.
That’s how my days have gone ever since. Breakfast with Ava. Recertification courses in the morning. Learning what I can about the coffee house in the afternoons. Late lunches at Goodwin’s. Walks through the park. Even later dinners at the apartment. Listening to diary entries. And the date. Jesus, how she looked when she bowled. Her perfect ass as she tossed the ball down the lane. Her sultry smile when she’d knock down a few pins and look back at me, giddy. I think I had a perpetual boner that entire night.
All that, and it doesn’t even include the sex. The lots and lots of sex.
Like I said… pretty fucking incredible.
The best part: she isn’t trying to make me into something I’m not. Not anymore anyway. I’m learning bits and pieces about the guy I used to be, but other than her reading me the diary, she doesn’t talk to me about our past. Maybe that’s why these few days have been so nice. They’ve been easy. There’s been no pressure. And because of that, I can feel myself changing in small ways. Ways that make her smile. Ways that coax that sexy dimple in her left cheek into making an appearance.
For instance, the first night she read to me, I learned I used to give her foot rubs since her feet get tired after being on them in the shop all day. The second night, I discovered peonies are her favorite flower, so today I went over to Gigi’s flower shop and got her two dozen of them. Tonight, I found out she prefers baths over showers, and I vow to draw her one before the night is out.
I’ve come to realize Ava is not a hard woman to please. And for some inexplicable reason, over the past seventy-two hours, it’s become my mission to please her.
I hand her the bottle of water and reclaim my seat, pulling her feet back into my lap.
