I would have ripped his shirt off over my head and fucked him right there on the porch.
“I wish I didn’t have to leave,” I whispered.
“Do you work today?”
I nodded.
Peter didn’t take his hands out from under my shirt. His voice was strained when he spoke. “Can I drive you?”
“That would be great.”
“Will I see you again soon?”
“I leave for New York in a couple of days for my brother’s baby shower. But I’ll be waiting for your call when I get back to the island.”
He took his hands out from under my shirt and stroked my wet hair from my cheeks. “I’ll call.”
“I’m sorry to leave you like this.”
A smile tugged the corner of his lips. “Why?”
I bit my bottom lip and looked down, referring to his hard and admittedly large manhood pressing up against me. “Because of what I woke up.”
He chuckled. “I suspect you are worth the wait, Katie. Every second of it. And I am a patient man.”
If I didn’t get off his lap, I was going to fuck him right then and there. So I forced myself up, offered him my hands, and hauled him up to his feet. He caught me up in his arms for one last deep kiss before I went inside, grabbed my purse and clothes, and made for his truck to head back to the El Cartana.
Chapter 15
Peter
Every muscle in my body felt like it had been pulled tight around the bones—so tight, in fact, that when I rolled my shoulders, turned my head from side to side, or lowered myself into a chair, little groans of discomfort escaped me. I felt rickety and old, like an elderly man riddled with arthritis and muscle deterioration. In reality, I was just sore from all the work I’d done on the cabin over the last couple of days.
With Katie busy at work and getting ready to fly back to the Big Apple, I found myself with a lot of time on my hands. It seemed weird to miss a person I hardly knew, but it felt just as weird to refer to Katie as someone “I hardly knew.” Perhaps it was because I felt like I’d known her for ages.
Or perhaps it was because I wished I had.
Katie was the sort of person who walked into your life unannounced and changed the name of the game. She’d changed how I thought about myself and my future and what I wanted. Sure, I’d always thought about ending up with the right woman, but she hadn’t been a fully formed idea in my head yet.
All I had were tidbits of what I thought I wanted in a partner. I thought I’d wanted someone with a lot in common with me so we could do a lot of things together. I thought I wanted a woman who would go with the flow. Someone who was low key and easygoing and flexible.
Katie definitely had those qualities but she’d channeled them in a different way than I expected. Yes, she was easygoing, but she was also a career driven woman who valued her work and commanded respect. I didn’t think we had much in common except for maybe our relaxed senses of humor and our desire to laugh and make others laugh.
There is still so much to discover about her.
What was her favorite meal? Her favorite pastime? Did she like to sing in the shower? I suspected she might. How did she spend her days when she was sad? Did she sink up to her chin in a bubble bath surrounded by flickering candles with a glass of merlot within reach, or did she cuddle under the covers in her favorite pair of pajamas? Was it neither? Did she watch funny movies to get a laugh? Did she call a friend or maybe her twin brother?
Did she let people see her cry?
Why are you thinking about these things?
My mind had been a minefield of unfamiliar territory these past few days. Thinking about Katie was quite literally driving me insane, and the housework on the cabin had been a nice reprieve. Working with my hands in turn kept my mind busy, which helped pass the time.
So far, I’d managed to gut the kitchen cupboards and put up new plywood inside. I wasn’t going to bother with painting, but I had laid down cupboard inserts on the bottoms so cookware and glasses and plates wasn’t resting upon the exposed pieces of wood. I’d patched some drywall holes, nailed baseboards