Chapter 18
Mac
Between life and work, Eliza and I don’t see each other for two weeks. We text, but we don’t have any time to spend with one another. She can’t make it to our games because of work, and when she’s free it’s me who’s stuck at the office.
I wanted to do tonight at my place so I could cook for her.
Her entire demeanour when I cooked the last time she was over had me wanting to make sure I did it again.
I decided to pick something easy to make so I could get as much time with Eliza as possible.
I didn’t want to waste any time in the kitchen cooking when I could be with her.
I set up candles and light them, wanting to set the mood. I want it to be soft and welcoming tonight. I want her to be completely at ease.
When she arrives, I take her jacket as she takes everything in.
I watch as her eyes bounce around, finding all the candles as she listens to the soft music playing.
I lead her to the dining table, pull her chair out, and pour her a glass of wine before heading into the kitchen and grabbing our plates.
As I set one down in front of her, she places her hand on mine and I stop and find her eyes.
“Hey,” she whispers.
I grin. “Hi.” I kiss her cheek and take my seat, laying my napkin over my lap and take her hand, my thumb tracing her knuckles.
“How are you?”
“Exhausted, but better now.”
“Glad to hear that.”
I stroke my thumb over the back of her hand.
“Thank you for making dinner.”
I bring her hand to my mouth and kiss the back of it. “Thank you for coming.”
I release her hand, and we eat and talk about the last two weeks.
I’ve hated not seeing her for such a long period of time, but life seemed to have other plans for us.
I found out this week, that my father is requiring me to travel to London next month for some meetings.
I’ll be there for a week and I’m thinking about seeing if Eliza will go with me.
I can say it will look weird to my dad if she doesn’t come, and while he might comment on it, if I say she has to work, he won’t press.
It will really be because I want her there with me.
I want to show her London, take her to places I went to growing up.
After dinner we move to the couch with our wine and keep talking.
I learn so much about her in these moments when it’s just the two of us.
The more time we spend together, the more relaxed she seems to be.
Today when she showed up I didn’t feel any anxiety coming from her and if that didn’t give me a high.
She gets up and heads to the bathroom, and I scroll on my phone.
When she comes back, she doesn’t sit, she stands in front of me, and my eyes trace up her legs, slowly taking in the way her dress hugs her curves, accentuating everything sexy about her.
When my eyes finally make their way to hers, I see the determination in them.
I put my phone down, and she slowly drags her dress up her right thigh.
I sit back and watch, enraptured by her.
She places her right leg beside mine on the couch, watching me as she repeats the same with her left, leaving her straddling my lap.
My hands instinctively find her hips and squeeze.
She settles herself and brings her lips to mine, just dusting over them, and I find myself chasing her for the kiss.
She doesn’t make me chase her for long, our lips connecting in a passionate kiss unlike anything I’ve ever experienced.
This time I don’t stop my hand from finding her hair and tangling my fingers in it.
She moans into my mouth when I tighten my grip.
Our tongues fight each other for control, and her hands pull at my shirt tucked into my pants as she starts undoing the buttons.
When her hands find the skin of my bare chest, a shiver travels through me and I swear under my breath.
She slides back giving her better access to kiss her way across my chest, and my head falls back. This fucking woman acts like she has no experience yet she’s completely unravelling my control. My hands find her hips again, and she sits up, staring down at me, her lips swollen and her pupils blown.
“I want this,” she whispers.
“Fuck,” I groan as she licks her lips.
I want to build some more trust with her before we have sex, but I’m not above us both getting off together.
I help her off my lap and take her hand as I lead her into my bedroom.
I turn the lights on, and when I face her, her cheeks are flushed.
I tuck a strand of her curled hair behind her ear and run my thumb over her bottom lip.
“We’re still going to take this slow, but I want to see you. ”
She nods, and I lean down and claim her mouth again before I spin her around, my fingers finding her zipper.
“May I?” I ask, and she nods.
I slowly drag the zipper down, kissing her spine as each new inch is exposed. She holds the dress to her front when I finish, and as my hands reach for the shoulders, I ask, “Are you sure you want this?”
She looks at me over her shoulder and up through her lashes. “Yes. I want this.”
Her arms drop, and I slowly slide the straps of the dress off her shoulders and watch as the whole thing falls to the ground, leaving her in a matching red lace bra and underwear set.
I take my time walking around her, wanting to see every inch of her.
When I stop in front of her, she reaches for my shoulders and helps push off my own shirt.
She then reaches for my belt, and I let her undo it and my trousers, letting them drop.
I step out of them and kneel in front of her, slowly helping her out of her heels.
I kiss the inside of each ankle as I slide her shoe off and slowly run my finger up the sides of her legs.
I take in her face, wanting to make sure that she’s completely comfortable with all of this. “You just say the word if you're not comfortable and I'll stop.”