Resolution (Saviour #2)(63)
I have a hospital appointment Monday and I’m hoping they will change the cast to one that doesn’t go around my hand, then I can drive and can get back to work, and of course, I want to be able to show off my newly acquired engagement ring, without the bright blue plaster as a backdrop; engagement ring, I’m engaged, I’m engaged to be married to Gabriel Wilde, that sexy, hot, beautiful bloke wants me to be his wife and I still can’t get my head around why, why me?
Just thinking about him and me and what we did in the garage just an hour ago has me crossing my legs and blushing, my days, the man has turned me into a complete nympho, I wonder if it will always be like this? I tilt my head back and can’t help but smile and then I get that tingle in my scalp and I just know that he’s there and when I open my eyes, I just know that he will be watching me, I self-consciously uncross my legs and wipe the smile off my face as I unpeel my eyes . He’s leaning against the wall that leads from the bedroom to the bathroom, his eyes are on my tits that are peeking out through the bubbles and my belly flips over because of the way he’s looking at my tits, I know exactly what that look on his face means and I cannot begin to explain the joy that I feel knowing the gorgeous creature in front of me, wants my tits, my forty five year old tits, he could, quite possibly have his choice of any tits in the southern hemisphere but it’s my girls he wants. I take all of him in, he’s barefoot, wearing a pair of very faded, lose fitting jeans, he has one long leg crossed over the other, my eyes linger over his crutch, he’s obviously enjoying staring at my knockers, a lot. His arms are crossed over his chest and the light grey V-neck t-shirt he’s wearing, my eyes hover over the hairs that are sticking out right at the base of his throat and I shiver as my eyes roam over his face, his jaw, covered in stubble. Despite the relative warmth of the bathwater, I feel the goose bumps rise on my skin as I think about how that stubble feels on my neck, my shoulders, at the tops of the insides of my thighs. Yep, it’s official, I am an out of control nympho, despite the dirty filthy anal, garage sex we had earlier, I want him again, badly. My eyes reach his and his smiling that lopsided sexy smile and I swear to all that’s holy, if I wasn’t laying in water right now; I would, most definitely, combust.
“What are you smiling at?”
Shit, I thought I had stopped smiling, which really is a totally stupid thing to think, because, let’s face it, when this fine specimen in standing in front of you, with a hard on, why the f*ck wouldn’t you smile?
“I’m smiling at your hot, sexy self; you gonna come and join me?”
“I would love to, but are we going to achieve much, in the bath, together, while we try and keep your arm dry?”
“Fuck my arm; I want you inside me, now.”
“It’s not your arm I want to be f*cking Lauren.”
He pushes his left hand into the pocket of his jeans, making them slide lower on his hips, he rakes his right hand through his hair, making his t shirt ride up and for a moment I cannot take my eyes away from his belly that’s been left exposed, his happy trail, leading down from his belly button and disappearing inside his jeans, just as it starts to thicken and get slightly bushier and that V, oh my, that V, that I can just see the top of before it too disappears inside those bloody jeans. Off with the jeans, that’s what I say. I look back up to his eyes and instead of arousal, I think I see worry in them.
“What’s wrong?”
He gives a little smile, that doesn’t reach his eyes and walks over to the bath, he dips his fingers in. Then his hand is at his jaw and I know something is up. “The waters getting cold.”
He moves my leg out of the way and a spark shoots through me because of his touch, he leans across and turns the hot tap on, all without looking at me. My totally relaxed demeanour from my long soak and seemingly permanent state of arousal has now been replaced by a general sense of unease; I grab his hand and look at him as he looks down at where we’re joined, rather than looking me in the eye.
“Gabe, what’s wrong?”
I pull his hand towards my face to try and get him to look up at me; I watch his Adams apple move as he swallows and notice a nerve tick, twice in his jaw, just as he lifts his eyes up to meet mine. My heart is thumping so hard in my chest, I can feel the pressure in my ears; he rakes his hair with his free hand one more time.
“Ryder just called.”
“Right, is there something wrong, why did he call?”
“It’s um, the house, your house, it’s been sold, Jason has sold your house.”
“What…it’s sold? Okay, well I knew it was coming, it’s been up for sale for a while now.”
“You’re not upset?”
I shrug my shoulders, am I upset?
“I’m sad more than anything, the boys grew up in that house, it’s been their home since they were six and seven years old but it holds mixed memories for me; is that what you were worried about, that I would be upset.”
Now it’s his turn to shrug, “Yeah, I just thought you would take it harder than this.”
He leans over and turns the tap back off, leaving his hand resting on my knee, that’s bent and sticking out of the bubbles. I’m actually touched by his concern but feel the need to make it clear to him, that what’s past is past and for me, there is no going back.
“It’s my past Gabe, I’ve moved on, you’re my present and my future, I would like to think one day we could maybe build or buy a home together, something that’s ours. My old home being sold is just more closure on my old life. Now, would you please get your kit off and your sexy arse in this bath and come and wash my back.”