Never Far Away (The Never #2)(44)

He was standing at a table saw, gracefully moving a plank of wood through the blade, shirtless. He was wearing jeans that clung to his ass in the most delicious of ways, and God help her, a tool belt. Every cheesy picture of a construction buff flipped through her mind, one comparing to the glistening Adonis standing before her. As he pushed the wood through the saw the muscles in his back rippled and waved. The forward and backward motions of his arms triggered his biceps to contract and bulge and Ella’s ability to stand up straight was stolen from her. Her belly quivered, her core tightened, her hands painfully ached to smooth over the muscles that lined his back and arms.

Even in her hyper-aroused state, she knew it would be dangerous to sneak up on him while he was using a blade, so she used the moment to soak in the view, stowing the sight away in her mind to remember later. Once he powered the saw off, she let out a breath, still trying to take all of him in.

“I still maintain that there should be women lined up on your yard trying to win your affections. You are one seriously sexy man.” He turned towards her, obviously surprised to see her.

“Hey, Babe. I didn’t hear you come in,” he said as he started towards her.

“Well, that’s because you were operating that beast of a machine over there. You know,” she said with a gleam in her eyes, “women, mainly me, would pay good money to watch you work out here, shirtless, and see all your glorious muscles flexing and thrusting.” She emphasized the last word with a sexy whisper. He made his way over to her and gripped her hips.

“You want to see me thrust?” He asked with a smile.

“Always.” Her wicked smile stayed on her lips until his came down on hers. Her hands, as if she had no control over them, slid all over his shoulders and down his arms. He was slick with sweat making her hands glide effortlessly over the chords of his muscles still warm from use. She rubbed on him and pulled him in closer to her. He nipped at her bottom lip and pulled away to look her in the eye.

“Ella, I’m covered in saw dust and sweat. Let’s go inside and I’ll get cleaned up.”

“Mmm, nope. I like you dirty right now.” Her hands came down between them and she started to undo the button on his jeans.

“I’m warning you, Ella. If you start this, I’m not going to be able to stop. The doors to the shop are open. It’s daylight, and I will ravage you in here. But I won’t put the brakes on. Your call.” She kept her eyes trained right on his and slowly pulled his zipper down and cupped him over his boxers. She watched as his eyes went from a chocolate brown to almost black as lust coursed through him.

“I like your underwear, Porter,” she said. He raised an eyebrow at her, half in playfulness, half in confusion.

“Good to know,” he said as he flipped the tip of his nose against hers, a classic Porter move that had her heart fluttering in her chest.

“Yes, well, I’m just wondering if you’d like mine as much as I like yours.” Realization dawned on him and she watched with a smile as his eyes traveled down from her face and landed right on the apex of her thighs.

“Did you put something special on for me, Ella?”

“I might have made a special effort when I was choosing certain undergarments this morning, hoping I would get the chance to be seen in them,” she said in a non-committal way, shrugging her shoulder. He took a step back, putting a few feet between them.

“Take off your clothes, Ella, and let me see.” His voice was deep and demanding, sending shivers throughout her body. She reached up to the buttons on the front of her blouse, slowing undoing them without removing her eyes from his. Once they were all undone, she pulled the fabric apart at the center, just enough to show the canal between the swells of her breasts and her belly button. She left it on and moved on to her skirt. She reached behind her and pulled the zipper down the back, letting it float to the ground and pool around her feet. His eyes followed the skirt but quickly came back to her. She could tell he was anxious to see her, which was only exasperated by the fact that her shirt was still covering everything she was sure he wanted to see.

“All of it,” he growled.

“So impatient,” she scolded with a smile.

“Damn straight, Ella. I’ve gone too long without you for you to be standing here teasing me. Now take it off before I ruin it by ripping it off.”

His forceful demand made her blood boil and run in thick, hot, rivers through her body. He had waited for her and she would be eternally grateful for that. She reached up to the collar of her shirt and pulled it down her shoulders, letting it join her skirt on the floor. The low and throaty groan that came from his mouth was enough to set her nerves on fire. His gaze was like flame, burning her everywhere his eyes roamed.

She was wearing all white. In a white-lace bra that pushed her up in a ridiculous way which was almost misleading, although she felt amazing in it. The lace was a loose pattern that left nothing to the imagination, but was just decorative enough to be pretty. Her panties were white satin and the silky feeling of them between her legs did nothing but spur on the heat that was expanding from her center outwards.

“White, huh? I’m a filthy mess here, Ella, and you come to me wearing all white?”

“I don’t mind getting dirty,” she said, surprised at her own brazen attitude. Porter cocked an eyebrow at her comment. He stalked towards her with a smug grin on his face. When he was within arm’s reach of her, he hooked his fingers in the dainty strings that held her panties to her hips and pulled her against his body. She felt him grip the strings with more force and yank them apart. A quiet rip she heard was the decimation of the pretty satin panties and she knew they had served their purpose well. He reached behind her and unclasped her bra; her shoulders rolled forward as she let him slip it from her body and drop it to the floor. He looked down at her naked body and she felt his eyes on every part of her.