Never Far Away (The Never #2)(75)
Her belly did a delicious flip when he reached up and threaded his fingers through his hair, the brown locks always messy in a sexy way. His unconscious habit of running his hands through it made it impossible to remain styled, but it didn’t matter because he looked edible with rumpled hair. He turned his head her direction, caught her eyeing him and gave her a sexy smile.
“Don’t get me wrong, I’m not happy about everything going on with Kyle, but if I’m really honest, I am kind of glad that I get to spend the next two days with you uninterrupted,” he said, turning back to face the road. Ella’s chest filled with warmth at the idea of being alone with him until Wednesday when he had to go back to work. Spending their nights together was good for them and something she wouldn’t have ever given up, but being with him all day was something she knew they both needed. She needed to have him near her, to be able to touch him if she wanted, to hear his voice and see his face.
“Mmm… me too. It will definitely be a nice change of pace.” She thought back to their first week together, how they had spent the last few days of her stay holed up in his house talking, reading and making love. She hoped the next two days would be a repeat. She turned so her back was resting against the passenger door and propped her feet up on his lap as he drove. She pulled a book out of her purse and settled in for the rest of the drive to Lincoln City.
The two days passed too quickly. When Ella woke on Wednesday, she smiled as she stretched and felt wonderfully sore from all the attention Porter had paid to her body since they’d arrived at his house. True to his word, he never let her leave the house and she was pretty sure neither one of them had put pants on for at least thirty-six hours. It was wonderful. They had ordered in food, watched movies, laid on the couch together with their legs tangled around each other, both reading books. At one point she’d gotten curious as to what he was reading so she reached up and took his book, handing hers to him, and they spent an hour reading each other’s book. They switched back and forth every hour for the rest of the evening, never commenting on the books, just content to share them. Eventually he took both of their books and tossed them on the coffee table and took her mouth in a fierce and smoldering kiss. His tongue teased hers and he tugged on her bottom lip with his teeth.
When he finally pulled away from her, he had a smug grin on his face.
“What’s so funny?” She asked, breathless from the staggering kiss.
“I’m just glad I could put my research to good use.”
“What research?” She asked, confused.
“All the tricks I just learned from your book,” he said, his smile growing wider. She blushed at his comment. “Don’t get all bashful on me now, Babe. I’ve got more notes and tips I want to try out on you before this night is over.” Ella tried to hide the fact that she really wanted him to do all those things to her.
“That’s not fair. Your book was only full of soldiers and battles,” she said with a mock frown.
“Well, in that case, just to make it fair, you can call me Sergeant Masters while I do things to you that you’ve only read about,” he said and gave her a self-satisfied wink. She couldn’t help but laugh at him which continued as he hauled her up off of the couch and carried her all the way up the stairs to the bedroom.
As she thought about what happened in that bed the night before, she was sure that trading books would become a new hobby for them. The dull ache and pull of her muscles only made her remember the places Porter had taken her last night with his hands, his mouth, and every other inch of his body. She groaned out a smile and continued to stretch as she sat on the edge of the bed. She turned her head to look at Porter still sleeping on the other side of the bed.
He looked peaceful and young, his dark lashed fanned out against the tan flesh of his cheeks. He was shirtless and the chorded muscles that roped his back ran one into the other, making his body look more like a sculpture than a person. Every muscle was defined and prominent, even in rest. She shook her head, knowing he didn’t even have a gym membership and all that rippled muscle and toned skin was just a product of his work. Ella was, by no means, out of shape, but she felt lazy and round when she looked at his amazing body. The thought was fleeting though because nights like the one before only cemented in her mind that he worshipped her body. Shivers ran through her remembering how he had paid homage every part of her.
She stood up and headed to the bathroom, hoping to shower and be ready for the day by the time Porter left for work. She thought she could spend the morning with Tilly at the restaurant. When she was done showering, she went back into the bedroom only to find Porter still asleep on the bed. Trying not to wake him, she dressed quickly and then went to the kitchen. She was almost done preparing some eggs and toast for him when he came down the stairs. He came up behind her and laid a kiss right behind her ear.
“Is this what I have to look forward to once we live together full time?”
Ella shrugged her shoulders. “I’m not opposed to cooking a meal now and then, as long as it’s reciprocated,” she said, turning to smile at him over her shoulder.
“You know I’m not a good cook,” he said, almost pouting.
“How is it that your mom owns a restaurant and you can’t cook?”
“Because my mom owns a restaurant.” He said, like it was the clearest explanation he’d ever given. “I ate a lot of meals there and someone else always prepared them. My mom, for obvious reasons, never wanted to cook at home, so we ate out – a lot.”