Her tight leggings showed off all her curves and her t-shirt outlined her hourglass figure, with her ample breasts and curvy waist.
Fuck.
She was hot as hell.
I blew out a breath as I killed the engine and climbed out. This woman would kill me. I could already feel it.
As I strolled over to her, a smile spread over her pretty features and she waved from where she stood at the top of the stairs. “Hey!”
“Nice to meet you, Mira.” I said as I climbed the stairs and held my hand out, a smile playing on my lips.
She slid her small one into my large one, her hand disappearing when mine closed around it. Tingles ran up my arm, rendering me speechless.
Who is she? And why does my body react this way?
One shake and she quickly pulled her hand back.
She feels it too…she must.
“And you as well. Come on in, we can talk in the kitchen. Do you like tea?” Mira asked, her big brown beauties connecting with mine.
My heart jumped into my throat. I could stare into those brown eyes for the rest of my life and be perfectly content. “No thanks. I’m okay.”
“I have water and lemonade, too. No coffee though. I’m not a fan.”
I chuckled as I followed her inside, closing the door behind me. “Not a fan of coffee? Don’t meet too many people who aren’t.”
“Too bitter for me.” Mira said as she led me to the kitchen, my eyes watching her ass swaying from side to side.Fuck, I’m in trouble.
I scrubbed a hand down the side of my face and inhaled sharply. Thankfully, she didn’t notice as she filled the kettle with water and placed it on the stove. I slid into one of her kitchen chairs and watched as she got out a mug and a tea bag before sitting across from me.
If I didn’t break the silence, I was afraid I might kiss her. Staying occupied was the only solution. I reached into my back pocket and grabbed my phone. I opened the Notes app and clicked on a blank note. “Okay, so our main goal is to revive three apple trees this season, teach you how to take care of them and harvest apples, and also to protect them after the harvest is over and before winter comes.”
“Right.” Mira nodded.
I typed in a few notes. “I like to make a to-do list for every task, and we’ll tackle them one at a time. First, I need to see what I’m working with.”
“You’re welcome to look out back.” Mira tilted her head towards the back door.
“Great.” I stood up just as the kettle whistled. Mira scrambled to her feet and hurried to the stove, lifting the kettle and flicking the burner off. She poured the hot water over her tea bag, the steam rising. Her mouth formed a littleOwhenever she performed tasks.
I’d like to see that mouth of hers wrapped around my cock.
Focus on the job. Not her.
But I didn’t move from my spot at the table.
I couldn’t.
All I could think about was kissing her.
“Did you want me to come with you?”
Her voice pulled me out of my thoughts, and my eyes flicked to hers. “Sure.” I’d never tell her no. Not if it meant I got to spend more time in her orbit.
Mira picked up her mug. “Let’s go.”
CHAPTER THREE
