Chapter 13 Mac
Mac
I’ve never experienced anticipation like I am right now.
Eliza is unlike anyone I’ve spent time with before.
Watching her be open and engaging with her friends to shy with me and then breaking out of that when she kissed me has me even more intrigued by her.
My only hope is that I can quench my curiosity over the next six months before the end of this arrangement when we’ll part ways and she’ll find someone who can give her the life she’s looking for.
The second Eliza opens her front door on Saturday, I feel anxiety and anticipation radiating off her. Her smile isn’t the usual bright one she offers her friends, or the soft and friendly one she usually gives me. It’s a mask hiding everything that’s going on in her mind.
She opens the door wider giving me space to step in, and I kiss her cheek as I pass her.
I suppress my grin at the way she blushes just like she has been for the past few weeks when I’ve done the exact same thing.
When she closes the door, she clasps her hands in front of herself as she turns to face me.
I take in what she’s wearing, a casual but flattering dress that hugs her curves and leaves enough to the imagination that I want to slowly drag it off her to expose every inch of her skin.
The thought alone as me growing hard in my trousers.
I clear my throat and step closer to the living room. “How about a movie?” I ask.
I look over my shoulder at her and her hands have stopped their fidgeting. She’s staring at me like she’s losing her mind.
“A movie?” she almost squeaks.
I nod. “I’m sure we can find something we’ll both enjoy.”
“A movie,” she whispers under her breath and then looks down at her dress, pulling at a section around her hips and shaking her head.
I sit on the couch and hold my hand out. “Come join me.”
When she goes to sit on the other end, I grab her hand, stopping her. “I said join me.” The smile I offer her as I give her arm a slight pull has some of the previous confusion falling off her face. She grabs the remote and sits beside me on the couch.
She flips through the different options, and I don’t pay attention, too focused on watching her and how she spins her hair around her finger while chewing on the edge of her lip. I can tell when something catches her interest by the way her eyebrow will twitch.
She eventually turns to look at me, surprise filling her eyes when she finds me already looking right back at her. “A rom-com okay with you?” she asks, her voice coming out a mix of breathy and a whisper.
I tuck a piece of hair behind her ear, and the sound of her sharp intake of breath fills the room. “Whatever you want to watch.”
She nods and quickly faces the TV, pressing play.
I manage to make it fifteen minutes before my arm is over the back of the couch and my fingers are brushing against her shoulder.
She flinches briefly at the initial touch before she’s relaxing, and I swear I hear a little hum in her throat.
When my index finger presses into her skin on the outside of her arm, she leans into me.
With her pressed against my side, it feels as though she’s holding her breath.
Her eyes remain fixed on the TV as she watches the movie.
My fingers continue making a path across her arm and when her eyes flutter shut even for a brief moment, I’m not sure just how much of the movie she’s actually watching. I have zero clue what’s happening in the movie.
At one point, Eliza turns and looks up at me, her eyes bouncing between mine and my lips.
I slowly lean closer to her, and when she doesn’t pull away, I place a light kiss on her lips.
It takes everything within me to not shove my hand in her hair and claim her mouth.
When I start to pull back, she chases me, kissing me with more determination this time.
I let her take control to start. She’s not as tentative as she was yesterday, but I can tell she’s holding something back.
When a little moan rips from her, my hand finds its way to her chin, holding her close as I start to take control.
The movie is forgotten by both of us as we make out on the couch.
My hand finds the side of her thigh, and she takes that as permission to straddle my lap.
A strangled groan leaves me as she settles, and my hands move slowly up her thighs and settle on her hips.
I told myself I was going to take this slow with Eliza. As much as my part of this deal was to help her with her manifestation, I’m not going to just jump into it as though it’s not a big deal. My dick might be saying something else, but my brain is very much still set on the plan.
We break the kiss, and her eyes stay closed as she rests her forehead against mine, our breaths mingling as we both pant. My thumbs stroke her hips through the fabric of her dress, and my mind wanders to thoughts of what she’s wearing under her practical dress.
When she opens her eyes and they meet mine, I can see the question in them.
I lightly press my lips to hers and say, “We’re not going any further than this tonight.
” Relief and disappointment mix in her expression, and I run my thumb over her cheek.
“As much as I’d love to, and believe me I would, this is a big deal and I’m going to treat it with respect.
We’ll get there when you’re fully ready. ”
She stares at me, her eyes slowly tracing across my face, and instead of saying anything, she dusts her lips over mine before removing herself from my lap. She doesn’t go far, though. She tucks herself into my side and offers me a soft smile before watching the movie again.