Chapter 9

Fingers fastening the buttons of a loose plaid shirt, I walked from the bedroom. Across the way, the guest room door remained closed, and I couldn’t help but chuckle, especially after glancing at the hot tub. The sun having shifted, the still waters, surrounded by glittery puddles, stood in the shade.

“Modesty?” I muttered, shaking my head. “After that...”

At a loss for words, I knitted my brow. Eliza, I’d fucked. And the horny little woman, blonde hair and perky tits bouncing, had most definitely fucked me right back. But with Daniella, that word didn’t fully encompass what had passed between us. Or perhaps too much sentimentality had mixed with loneliness. We’d known each other for ... well, not very long at all.

Case in point. When my sexy wrecking ball had jolted awake in my arms, I’d kept holding her tight for a while. In mid-twist of that gleaming frame, she’d blacked out right as my cock had bucked within her. But at the rumbling of my stomach, giggles burst from her shaky lips.

“Mmm, wow,” she whispered, one silken leg rising from where it had dropped to rub my thigh. “After that, I, um, should feed you, mi amor,”

“Hah, joke’s on you,” I replied, sweeping foam-filled, matted hair from her face to find those soul-nibbling brown pools. Yeah, I’d started slow but had driven surges of sudsy water ever higher, drowning her cries as we had raced toward that final crescendo. “No food in the fridge.”

“What?”

“Bachelor life.” I shrugged. “Hmm, how about another date? Buy you lunch.”

“Date?” She gulped as a hand rose to caress my cheek.

“Yeah, you still want to date me, right?”

“Ai, Dios.” As her eyes flared, the trembling fingers moved, circling my lips. “Si, mi amor, I do.”

After that, her suds-dripping curves had whipped into motion, pushing upward from the jets, only to stagger backwards into my arms. At her curt gasp and wild-eyed gaze, I chortled. Okay, sentimentality be damned, we’ll go with “fuck,” and she’d been well-fucked.

However, her quiet giggling as I helped her from the water warmed my heart. So, yeah, there was something more going on between us. As she gathered her clothes, those eyes had stayed on me, and kept right on looking as I watched her disappear, padding wet footfalls on the tile, toward her room.

At last, when the door creaked open, I looked from the kitchen. As soon as she stepped into view, the breath caught in my throat. Hair, shimmering and brushed into a twisting broad fan, draped one shoulder of a russet and brown peasant blouse. Given her impressive bust, the top swung free, providing peeks of sleek olive skin above the waist of a tight blue denim skirt, its hem lined with white lace.

“Mmm, sorry, bebé.” Her hands swept along both hips. “I didn’t pack for a ... date.”

“Y-You look ... wow.”

At my husky voice, she smiled, and a finger rose to trace around the eye socket. Makeup made it all but impossible to spot.

“It’s fine. You look fine,” my brain added despite its slow melting as glossy black pumps clicked closer.

The entire way to the nearest decent eatery, she said nothing, but clung tight under my arm. Likewise, I had no words, relishing the occasional wide-eyed gazes from passers-by. Yep, the stunning beauty had chosen me. For how long? Who knew?

Once at the small but popular deli, luck blessed us, and we found a two-place table towards the rear of the packed restaurant. A server came and went. We ordered drinks, wine for her, water for me, then food. The sandwiches were amazing, pretty sure, but I kept staring at her and those wide brown eyes stared right back.