“I haven’t either.”
One of her brows quirked up. “Really? I find that hard to believe.”
“Do you find it difficult to believe that not a day has gone by since you walked away that I haven’t thought of you?”
“How is it we both felt something so strong and yet didn’t get each other’s numbers?”
“Because Ophelia was being a bitch and lied to you.”
“There was her interference.”
“But I do think things happened the way they were supposed to in the end. Otherwise, I might not be here right now. If circumstances were different, I might have still been working on charter yachts.”
“And I might still be in Oasis living a very unhappy life.” The waiter brought Stella her drink and promptly left us. Holding up her drink, Stella clinked it against my glass. “Here’s to fate bringing you to my doorstep.”
“To fate,” I cheered and took a long pull of my beer.
“How long are you here for?”
“I can’t say since no one knows how long it will take to get this fire contained. It could be a week or a month. What I do know is I’d like to spend more time with you while I am here.” There were a lot of things I wanted to do to her, and I couldn’t wait to get her someplace alone.
“I’d like that, too.”
I felt a ‘but’ in there, but she never spoke it. Instead, she sipped on her margarita until our food came.
“I think he’s scared to even look at me now,” she whispered after our waiter left.
“Good, he shouldn’t have been trying to flirt with you in front of me, to begin with.”
“If Brock had done that, it would have pissed me off, but with you, I found it to be quite the opposite.”
“Oh, yeah, how’s that?” Although I had a pretty good idea going by the way she licked her lips and looked at me with hooded eyes.
“It was hot. I wanted to crawl over the table and jump you.” She clapped her hand over her mouth and laughed. “I can’t believe I said that. They put a lot of tequila in this.” She shook her almost empty glass.
“I like your honesty.” Picking up her hand, I kissed her knuckles. “I wouldn’t mind you sitting on my lap and going for a ride.”
Watching her bite down on her bottom lip, my dick got impossibly hard.
“No one has ever looked at me the way you do.” Her words came out in a breathy caress. “Do you think you have time to make a detour to Pen’s condo?”
Was she kidding? My dick had been hard since the moment she answered her door. No matter what I’d thought about through the day, I’d had a semi.
“Nothing could keep me away.”
“Check,” she called. She pulled out a few bills and threw them on the table before she stood up and took my hand in hers. “Ready?”
Her impatience made me laugh as I let her lead me to her car. Her hand left mine the moment the lights flashed, indicating the doors had unlocked.
Sliding inside the plush leather seat, I couldn’t help but look around. Back in Florida, I had an old beat-up truck. Seeing her house earlier and being inside her car showed me how different our lives were. It still astounded me that Stella wanted me. She could literally have anyone she wanted. How she was still single after all these months confused me.
“I live like a hermit. The only people I see are my neighbors and Pen when she’s around.”
“I hadn’t realized I’d said that out loud.” Hopefully, she didn’t hear the rest of what I was thinking.
Her hand came to rest on my arm. “It’s okay. I could say the same thing about you. Why are you single?”
“Because I wanted to be.” It was true I could have had a relationship with someone or had sex numerous times since I’d last seen Stella, but no one interested me like she had. Maybe if she hadn’t been a constant thought, it would have been different, but as I sat in her car, I was happy with the way it worked out.
“Same for me. It has sucked because my neighbor and friend, Lexie, is so in love with her husband it sometimes hurts to think of how alone I am. Pen has a guy. She even had him when we were in Spain. It still didn’t force me to go out and date. I think I was waiting for you to magically appear.” Even with only the light of the dashboard, I could see her cheeks pink up.
“And here I am. You should get prepared for all the wicked things I’m going to do to you now that we don’t have a boat full of people to hear. I want to hear you scream my name over and over again.”
“Yes, please.” She wiggled her ass in her seat, and I knew she was turned on.
“Drive faster,” I demanded. I wasn’t sure how much longer I could hold myself back from touching her.
Doing exactly as I asked, Stella sped up, and with each passing building, I swore I could smell her sweet pussy. Fuck, she was so ready for me.
Pulling up to a tall building, she put her car into park. One second, she was behind the wheel, and the next, she was straddling my lap. Her hands went to my hair as she tilted my head back and consumed my mouth in a desperate kiss.
She tasted of tequila, lime, and something that was only Stella. She was intoxicating.
Her hips swiveled, grinding down on my erection and making us both moan. Breaking from the kiss, she panted as she looked down at me. “I wish I had a skirt on. I’d push my panties aside and fuck you right here.”
Oh, how I wished the same.
“I think we can manage until we get upstairs, don’t you?” Opening my door, I placed my hands on her hips and helped her outside before I slid out myself.
With our fingers laced together, I followed behind Stella in case we came into contact with anyone they wouldn’t see my tented shorts. I barely registered my surroundings as she guided us through the lobby and onto the elevator. The moment the doors closed, we were on each other. My hand went up to grab her breast as her leg wrapped around my hip. Our mouths fused together as we all but fucked each other with our clothes on. When the elevator doors dinged open, it was all I could do to break apart from her. I’d forgotten how amazing her body felt.
She ran down the hallway with me following after her. My body pressed to hers as she unlocked the door. My hands roamed over her lush curves, and I couldn’t wait to touch every inch of her skin.
When the door opened, we stumbled inside, laughing until I heard the click of the door lock. Once I heard that sound, I was like an animal stalking after its prey. Pressing her body into the door, I wasted no time removing her clothes. With each piece of clothing removed, I got harder until I thought I was going to explode. My need for her was visceral and all-consuming.
Her hands frantically went to the button of my shorts, undoing it first and then my zipper. She tugged my shorts and boxer briefs down. Stepping out of them, I picked her up and brought her over to the couch, where I laid her down to feast on her.
It was dark except for the moonlight shining in through the sliding glass door, but even with only the small amount of light, I could see the hunger in her eyes.
I stood, removing my remaining clothes, wanting to feel every inch of her skin on mine. Getting down on my knees, I started kissing the arch of one foot while I ran my other hand up the inside of her thigh. Spreading her legs wide, I kissed and nibbled until I reached her soaked center. I could see it glistening in the moonlight, and damn if that didn’t turn me on even more.