Chapter 3
3
James
F ucking hell, this wasn’t supposed to happen.
My cock jumped at the sight of her naked. Elise is one hell of a woman. Curves in all the right places, full, beautiful breasts. I can’t get the image out of my mind. It’s making my blood simmer, and I need to get the damn bread out of the oven.
“What’s wrong with you?” Oliver picks up on my mood swing as soon as I walk into the kitchen.
“Nothing,” I gruffly reply as I turn the oven off.
Tricia and Ainsley are busy setting a place for Elise at the breakfast table. They’re surprisingly well organized for a couple of kindergartners. Then again, I take pride in knowing I’ve raised them right. Oliver, Roman, and Janice have helped aplenty. The girls have nothing but good influences around them.
“Look, Daddy, I gave Elise my glass,” Tricia exclaims, pointing at her princess highball.
“That’s very sweet of you, honey. I’m sure she’ll appreciate it,” I say, then turn to Oliver and Roman for a moment. Oliver is busy placing the eggs in a large wooden bowl while Roman chops up fruit for a salad. “You two get the bread out in about five minutes. I’m gonna hit the shower.”
Roman gives me a confused look. “Dude, what’s up?”
“Nothing’s up,” I reply too quickly.
Except my cock .
Dammit. “I just need a shower. Keep an eye on the girls for me, will you?”
Before either of my close friends can reply, I bolt right back upstairs and lock the door to my room, then strip out of my clothes and jump into the hot shower. My whole body feels tense, and I welcome the relief of the steady, steamy stream. I lean into the stone wall and let my hand do the rest.
This went from 0 to 100 with lightning speed.
One minute, I was dozing off. The next, I was rushing to save Elise. Now, I’m jerking off in the shower after seeing her naked.
I’ve noticed her around. I just didn’t expect to see her with her clothes off. She didn’t plan for that. Poor thing, she was flustered. I was speechless: that body, those sinuous lines of her hips, those thick, creamy thighs.
Gripping the base of my cock, I hold that memory steady in the center of my mind.
Stroking slowly, I imagine those legs parting for me.
Her lips on mine.
My breath is ragged, my pulse is racing. I tighten my grip and stroke faster, up and down, from base to tip, while an imagined moment unravels before my eyes. Elise’s gorgeous breasts bouncing as I take her, going hard and deep. I can almost hear her moans, and I kiss her to muffle them as I fill her to the brim.
She cries out.
The water pours hotter over my shoulders.
My hand moves faster.
The tension gathers in my chest, burning its way through until it’s finally released.
I come with a shudder, releasing the pent-up fire and astonished by the instant effect that Elise seems to have on me. I’m startled and exhilarated at the same time.
She’s trouble; the best kind of trouble.
I’ve been out of the dating game for a while. My last attempt at a relationship ended poorly, but Elise seems different. She sparked a flame in my heart, something I never thought I’d feel again.
She’ll be the death of me if I’m not careful.