Page 114 of It's About Time
“Wait. You have a nail and skin care routine?”
The sarcasm I’ve grown to expect from her reappears on her face in an instant and then she holds up her hands with her signature black painted nails. “Every week. I may love to tear apart cars, but I still take care of my body.”
“You know, I’ve always wondered, why the black?”
The corner of her mouth lifts. “Well, black is one of my favorite colors. But also, it’s the same color as grease, so it hides the evidence of my day job really well.”
“Smart,” I say, toying with her bottom lip.
“My head is way more than just a hat rack, Elliot.”
My gaze moves over her bare face. It reminds me of the picture she sent me all those months ago, but seeing her like this in the flesh—so natural, so vulnerable in front of me in her robe, in her home—it’s fucking making me realize that maybe this attraction started subtly, but it doesn’t feel subtle anymore.
It feels consuming.
“Trust me, Dilynne. I’m aware of how intelligent you are.”
“Is that so?”
Dipping my head down, I brush my lips against her neck. “Fuck yes. You blow me away with your wit and drive.”
“Have you been drinking?” she asks through a chuckle.
“No. Why?”
“These compliments. I feel like they’re coming from out of left field.” And then she hums. “Oh, I know what it is. You got laid, and now some of the anger has left your body.”
I stand tall again to meet her eyes. “Is there some truth to that? Maybe. After all, last night was the first time I’ve had sex in over a year.”
Her throat bobs as she swallows. “I know.”
“So, here’s my question to you. Would you like to eat first? Or would you like me to eat your pussy first, and dinner after?”
Those dark brown eyes of hers grow even darker. “I was uh…” She clears her throat. “I was just about to take a bath, actually.”
My smirk takes on a mind of its own. “No problem. I can make you come in the bath, too.”
Taking her hand, I lead her down the hallway and into the bathroom.
“Elliot…”
Spinning around, I pull her back into my chest. “Do you want this?”
“Yes,” she says breathlessly, with no hesitation.
“Then get naked, Dilynne, and stop questioning it.”
I kick off my shoes and start to strip out of my shirt and slacks in front of her, watching as her chest starts to rise and fall more rapidly.
She waits until I’m down to just my boxer briefs before she unties her robe and pushes it from her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor, revealing her completely naked body that was hiding underneath.
I reach down and push my underwear off, wrapping my hand around my cock and stroking myself while I admire her. “Fuck, Dilynne.”
Stepping into her again, I let her feel how hard I am between us as I cup her face. “Tell me what you’re thinking…”
“I’m thinking that I never thought I’d be doing this with you.”
“What? Bathing?”
