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Understanding what the extra groceries are for now, I release a deep sigh. I scrunch my nose. "I’m sorry I said that. I’m not—"
He holds his finger up to my lips and shakes his head. “I’ll be there at six.” I smile against his finger, nod and he leaves me with a wink, me appreciating he didn’t make a big deal about it.
At home, I take the groceries out of the bags, placing them on the counter. One by one, I search to see if he left a note. He didn’t do it on all of them, but I find the ones he did, amusing. ‘I ate this when I was ten.’ He wrote on the Cap’n Crunch cereal box. I snicker at what his thoughts must have been for one of my guilty pleasures. ‘This is interesting’, he wrote on the package of hard-boiled eggs. I love hard-boiled eggs, but when I want one, I don’t have time to boil it. When I grab a bag full of boxes and pull one out, I double over in laughter. I pull out box after box of tampons. He bought four boxes of different brands, each with their own sticky note. He even numbered them.
Box 1. These seemed to be small, discreet. Figured you might like that.
Box 2. I fit so I know you don’t need small. These seem more realistic. Super large.
Box 3. Shit. Maybe they’re called normal for a reason.
Box 4. Okay, I give up. You've got me here. You're bound to use one of these right? P.S. I've never been so uncomfortable in my life.
It's hysterical envisioning him standing in the aisle wondering which one to get. Not that I’m keen on him knowing I'm about to start my period, it's funny to see how much he squirmed picking a box. Or four. He can’t say I didn’t try telling him which one to get.
I put aside the stuff he got for dinner and put the rest away. I follow his instructions on marinating the steak and then glance at the clock on the microwave. Three hours until he’ll be here.
I call Tori up and tell her to meet me at the beach. I chuckle to myself, I’ll show him I’m not afraid of water.
* * *
I’m chopping carrots when there’s a knock at the door. Six o’clock sharp. The man is punctual. I stare at the door for a beat, wondering if he waited until the last second to knock. He’s always on time, right on the dot, it can’t be a coincidence.
When I swing the door open, I ask, “What were you doing a minute before you knocked?” He cocks his head to the side, a confident smile touches his gorgeous blue eyes.
“A minute ago? I was wondering if you’ve been to the doctor recently?”
“Um… no. Why?”
“Because I think you’re lacking some vitamin me.” He waggles his eyebrows, pulling me into his arms.
I drop my head into his chest. “Oh my god. You’re so cheesy.”
“Only with you, Ellie.” He kisses me on the head. His hand weaves through my hair and he pulls it back so I have to look up to him. “You make me feel like I'm a teenage boy again who can’t deal with his hormones. A minute ago… I was giving myself sixty-seconds to lose the hard-on.”
Desire tickles deep within my belly. I step into him, my thigh pressing higher into him. “Did it work?”
He groans, his grip tightening in my hair as his lips slam against mine. The taste of his minty gum cools my tongue. The rest of me is on fire. “We should stop,” he rasps.
What? Why? Despite his words, his voice is full of need.
“That's a terrible idea,” I mutter. “Cowboy, don’t start something you can’t finish.” I narrow my eyes, daring him.
He grins with a wicked gleam in his eyes. “Ellie, there isn’t anything I want more than…” He pauses, looking past me for a moment and then continues. “A sweet ass steak and a baked potato, fully loaded.”
I huff and slap him on the chest, pushing back out of his arms and rolling my eyes. His raspy laugh follows me into my apartment. “Woman, there are priorities and I’m starving.” I ignore him and return to chopping my carrots. “Aww c’mon, you’re not going to fault me for needing to eat so I have energy for later, are you?” His warm breath tickles my ear as he stands behind me, snaking his arms around my waist. I stop chopping, setting the knife on the cutting board and twist in his arms.
“You’re like a ball of energy. What did you do today?”
“Besides grocery shopping,” he smirks and waggles his brows. “I worked out, went for a swim in the ocean, Hudson and I drove the four wheelers around Max’s place, um… oh, and we went to an indoor skydiving place in New Haven. It was wicked fun doing tricks despite it not being the real experience.”
I stare at him, dumbfounded, shaking my head. “What?”
Hearing what he did makes me tired. I managed to grocery shop and hit the beach for an hour. It was a productive day for me. I sigh. “No wonder you’re starving. You’re a busy boy.”
He lets out a low grumble. “Boy? I’m a hundred percent man. Do I need to jog your memory?” The counter digs into my back as he pushes me into it, making sure I feel every muscle, every hard place on his body.
I ignore the tingles low in my belly coming back to life from moments ago. He's the one who put the kibosh on us having a pre-dinner workout. Now, he can wait. I slide my hands down his flexed chest, looking up at him from beneath my lashes. “That’s a good idea,” I purr. When I continue moving past his shorts, my hands brush against his hardened cock, running down the entire length. He inhales sharply and his eyes burn with want. “But… after I feed you.” My lips curl into a smile and I shrug one shoulder, saying, “Priorities.”
