It’s the pretty woman who turned up at the last bonfire night: Kayla.
I was high on painkillers, but I remember her name and I remember her curvy ass and the sound of her laugh in the firelight. It’s about all I’ve been thinking about lying in my bed at night.
Now that ass is inches from my hands, and her body is pressed against mine, and her scent, something sweet and spicy, is making my head spin.
My dick stirs to life, which is good news. I’ve barely heard from my cock since the accident, and I was beginning to wonder if something was damaged down there. I can confirm it is not.
“Hello, sweetheart.”
She doesn’t move out of my arms, and I don’t release her. Instead, we stare at each other as we lean against the hallway wall. I register the moment she feels my cock harden, because her eyes go even wider and her mouth forms a perfect O.
“Is that…?” She wiggles in my arms, and I release her.
She steps backward and out of my grasp. Her gaze flicks to my gray sweatpants, which do nothing to hide the hard-on that’s sticking out of them.
“Sorry about that.” I adjust my pants, but there is no hiding the effect of her body against mine. “It’s been a while since a beautiful woman pushed me up against a wall.”
“I did not push you against a wall.” Her cheeks flare with indignation. “I fell.”
“Call it what you will, sweetheart.” I hold my hands in the air. “But I like to be taken on a date first before any woman gets close to this.”
Her eyes bug in her head. “I was not trying to get close to…” She waves her hand in the direction of my crotch but misjudges it, and the back of her palm brushes against the fabric at the end of my cock, sending shock waves through my body and waking me up to what I’ve been missing.
“Oh, my God.” She covers her mouth with her hands, generally horrified. “I did not mean to…”
“Touch my cock?” I finish for her.
She sinks her head into her hands, and I can’t help but laugh. “It’s alright, sweetheart. Let’s have that date, and then I’ll decide if I let you do it again.”
She peers at me through her fingers, and her expression is a mix of horror, embarrassment, and irritation, which are generally the emotions I inspire in people.
“I do not want to touch your cock again.”
At that moment, Joel comes out of his office just in time to hear Kayla. He stops in his tracks, and his eyebrows shoot up his forehead. Kayla gives a squeak and buries her head in her hands again.
“Morning Joel.” I grin at him.
Ignoring the ache in my leg, I gather up the dropped mats from the floor. Joel narrows his eyes at me. He looks at Kayla, and she’s bright red.
“Is this guy harassing you?” There’s an edge to his voice, and while Joel has at least a decade on me, I wouldn’t want to fuck with the ex-SEAL Commander.
Kayla shakes her head. “We bumped into each other, and there was a misunderstanding.”
Joel looks between the both of us, and my grin widens. “If anything, she was harassing me.”
“I was not,” she protests as her cheeks flame red, which accents the green in her eyes.
I hand her one of the mats, and our hands brush. There’s a flash of heat between us that makes her eyes widen. She felt it too. This attraction isn’t one-way.
We stare at each other a beat too long until Joel coughs, and this time there’s a smile twitching at the corner of his mouth.
“Good luck,” he mutters, leaving us in the corridor.
I wonder what the hell he’s talking about, but I’m too distracted by the hair that’s come out of Kayla’s topknot to think too much about it. It wafts around her face and falls in front of her eyes. When I catch it between my fingers, it’s silky smooth. I tuck it behind her ear, and for the first time I don’t want to be a cocky asshole. I want to be someone she wants to talk to, not someone she gets irritated with. I want to get to know her and find out if those blushes are just for me.
“Let me help you carry these.” My tone is soft, no cockiness creeping in. “Where are we headed?”
She eyes me warily as I take the mats off her.
