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“No problem,” I said, trailing after her. I leaned against the center island, which was almost completely covered with various baked goods on metal cooling racks. I saw several batches of muffins, as well as what appeared to be sugar cookies. I watched as she pulled another tray of cookies out of the oven – chocolate chip this time, by the look of them. My mouth watered, as much from the food as from the sight of her ass as she bentover to close the oven door. My cock twitched behind my zipper, and I forced myself to look away.
She slid the cookies onto on an empty cooling rack then took the oven mitt off and set it down on the island in front of her. I spotted a mixing bowl half-filled with more cookie dough on the counter behind her, and wondered why she was baking so much, and what the odds were that she’d let me sample any of it before I left.
“Sorry about that,” she said, and I could see the question in her eyes. She reached for the oven mitt again, nervously running her fingertips over the seam on the fabric as she fidgeted uncomfortably.
My eyes roved over her from head to toe. She was gorgeous, and I didn’t say a word as I took in her pretty blue eyes, her cute little nose that turned up just slightly at the tip, and her wide, plush lips that would look fucking perfect wrapped around my cock. I shifted slightly, reminding myself that getting a goddamned hard-on right now wouldn’t exactly help me convey the sincerity of my apology.
I could see her pulse pounding under the delicate skin of her neck, and I flexed my fingers against the urge to wrap my hand around the base of her throat and feel her pulse fluttering for myself. She cleared her throat, then dropped her gaze back down to the oven mitt she was now crumpling in her fist, and I realized I was making her even more uncomfortable with my staring. That thought spurred my ass into action.
“I wanted to apologize for yesterday, Eleanor. I was crude, and I was out of line. I hope you’ll forgive me, and that things won’t be awkward between us.” I was damned proud of myself for remembering the words I’d rehearsed on my wayhere, since the sight of her was enough to drive every other thought right out of my head.
She snapped her gaze up to meet mine, and she nodded before offering a small smile.
“Call me Ella, please. I was named after my grandmother, but I’ve always shortened it. Pop is the only one who uses my full name.” My lips twitched as she explained about Pop’s childhood sweetheart with the same name. That sounded like the old man.
“It’s OK, really,” she continued huskily. “I won’t hold anything you said against you. I know you didn’t actually mean it anyway.”
I cocked my head as I looked at her closely. I wasn’t sure exactly what she meant by that, but I sure as hell didn’t like the self-deprecating tone she used. Her cheeks were flushed, and I got the feeling it was from embarrassment more than from the heat of the oven.
The apron she was wearing hid most of her mouth-watering curves from me, but I could make out the fullness of her tits underneath the thick fabric. My blood heated as I remembered how she looked yesterday doing her yoga workout. Memories of the way she’d contorted her body and bent over double had filled my mind as I’d rubbed one out in the shower this morning, imagining her lush, round ass pressed against me as I had shot my load all over the tiled wall.
Now, standing close enough to reach out and touch her, those memories came rushing back with a cock-hardening vengeance. My eyes narrowed on her full bottom lip, now caught between perfectly straight, white teeth. I wondered briefly if she was biting her lip due to nerves, or if she was feeling the same physical pull I was.
I decided I needed to find out even more than I needed my next fucking breath. I took a step toward her, then another, before I plucked the oven mitt out of her hand and tossed it aside. She tried to take a step back, only to realize that she was trapped against the island. I placed my hands on the countertop on either side of her, caging her in, and I smiled as I recognized the look of arousal on her face, and in the widening of her eyes.
“I think you misunderstood, sweetheart. I wasn’t apologizing for what I said. I was just apologizing for the way I said it.” The pulse at the base of her throat pounded wildly as she softly gasped, and I grinned in satisfaction as I leaned down to whisper in her ear.
“You’d better believe that I meant every damned word of it, and then some. I just shouldn’t have said it to anybody else but you.”
