just the nudge he needed.
“Okay, I’ll give it a try,” I said.
Soraya’s squeal of excitement had me smiling. I told her goodbye and tapped the button to hang up the phone just as Oliver barged out of the bathroom dressed and ready for our big day in my small town.
18
Oliver
I didn’t know how many frigid showers a man’s body could handle, but I would definitely be finding out this weekend, if I didn’t find a way to distance myself from this utterly irresistible woman.
Even though I’d spent the entire time I was in the bathroom convincing myself that I needed to keep my hands off her, one glance at her sleep-rumpled hair and sexy-as-hell body had me aching to lunge back into bed with her.
Instead, I tried to keep my voice casual when I asked, “So, what’s on the agenda for the day?”
“I thought we’d pop into town and go a-visitin’ as the locals would say. Is there anything you’d like to do while you’re here?”
She blinked innocently up at me as if she wasn’t thinking about the fact that she had just held my dick in her mind-numbing grip. I couldn’t think of anything else. When she continued staring at me, obviously expecting an answer, I forced myself to stop pondering how those soft, wet lips would feel as they slid along my cock.
“I’d like to try fresh Maine lobster while we’re here,” I finally answered.
“Lobst-ah is a great idea.” She beamed a wide smile at me as if the sexual tension between us wasn’t as thick as the fog hanging low over the water just outside our bay window.
I loved the sound of her deep voice over-exaggerating the local accent. It was a frightening prospect, but I couldn’t imagine ever tiring of hearing her sexy tone saying anything––even if she was screeching in anger at me.
My mouth fell open as I watched her rise from the bed and give her body a long, luxurious stretch. The woman moved as smoothly and effortlessly as a cat. With her arms stretched overhead like they were, I could lift her tee shirt up, toss it aside, kneel down before her, and have my mouth on one of her luscious tits within a fraction of a second.
Not seeming to sense the overwhelming effect she was having on me, she padded over and bent down to pick up her toiletry case. Her tiny shorts tightened over her magnificent ass as she stooped, and I was left with little doubt that she was indeed going without underwear. That knowledge had me picturing sliding her shorts down before lifting her up. She would wrap her legs tightly around my middle and ease herself onto my cock. Her head would tip back as I pumped up into her and she rode me.
“Be ready in a flash,” she promised as she turned to head to the bathroom––obviously having no idea of the salacious daydream I was having.
“Okay,” I tried to say, but my voice came out in a croaky whisper.
How the fuck was I supposed to keep my hands off this impossibly sexy woman all day? Even if I managed that, another night sharing a bed without burying myself to the hilt inside her would be absolute torture. What had I been thinking when I agreed to come here with her? I wasn’t strong enough to handle this.
I stared out the room’s large window at the charming harbor below. The fog was beginning to lift, so the colorful, clanging boats at the docks were coming into view. Every few seconds, a light swept across the pine-tree covered horizon, so I assumed it was coming from a lighthouse––even though I couldn’t see the structure.
Picturesque didn’t even begin to describe this quaint little town. It looked like something out of an elaborate fairytale book or glossy magazine spread, not a real place. I couldn’t even begin to imagine growing up here.
When Vi emerged from the bathroom, she looked like she belonged in Maine. Her slick city clothes had been replaced by jeans, hiking boots, and a thick fleece jacket.
I looked down at my own jeans and polo shirt before saying, “I feel like I need to buy a rugged flannel shirt to wear while we’re here.”
She graced me with my favorite husky laugh before saying, “Oh, we can definitely find you one of those here. I’m just not sure what you’ll do with it once we return to the city.”
I wasn’t ready to think about going back to the