“I can’t talk. Fuck, I can’t even think,” she groans again before pulling me back to her body.
“Good. Then just feel and we’ll figure the rest of this out later.”
Without warning, her hands fumble with my pants. Wasting no time, I shove them down just enough to free my cock. I reach around to my back pocket and pull out my wallet. Handing her the condom, I watch in fascination as she tears the wrapper open with her teeth. With a sexy slowness, she unrolls the latex down my erection and stares into my eyes. “Take me, Owen. Now.”
Arching her hips, and resting some of her weight on her hands behind her, I shove her satin-covered pussy up to meet my waiting cock. Sliding her panties to the side, I push into her. “God, you’re so wet.”
“And you’re so hard…oh, God…Owen…” her words turn into breathless pants that come out in time to the rhythm of our movements. Her legs wrap around my waist and I slide my thumb in between us. When it brushes over her clit, she purrs in satisfaction. Looking down at her, her long brown hair tumbling down her back, her rich chocolate eyes darkening with desire, her body pulling tighter and tighter as we get closer and closer, it all pushes me close to the edge of my control.
Adding some extra pressure, I move my thumb in rapid circles over her clit. Her eyes roll back, her pussy clenches, and her breathing deepens. “Owen…” she calls out as her orgasm courses through her.
“Oh, fuck…Elle…” her name tumbles from my lips on one last thrust.
Holding her beautiful face in my hands, I softly kiss her lips. “Besides,” I say, adding to my earlier line of conversation, “I think these midday romps might be fun.” She smiles against my lips and I know she’s seeing the beauty in my plan.
***
“I can’t believe this is actually happening.” I stare in amazement at the gigantic hole in the ground where the small cottage used to be.
“Well, believe it, man, because the cement truck is here. Time to pour the foundation and get this project started.” Nick’s voice is full of excitement as he knocks on my hard hat. The last few weeks have been a bit crazy getting everything in line, but the fact that we’re actually starting today is a huge reward.
Pete walks up next to us, and like three little boys fascinated with the huge machine in front of us, we stare as the workers start filling the foundation. Clapping a hand on my shoulder, Pete says, “This is real good work, Owen. Vincent would be proud.” His words draw a smile across my face.
For the rest of the day, we help with the cement pouring and start with some more minor tasks. There isn’t much we can do right away, so I keep on with my usual jobs. It isn’t until late in the afternoon that Elle catches up with me down out in the fields.
“Hey, babe,” she greets me, stretching up on her toes to pop a quick kiss on my cheek.
Looping my arms around her, I lift her and swing her around. “Hey yourself, beautiful.” She must have already wrapped everything up for the day, because instead of her usual attire, she’s changed into cut-off shorts and a tank top. Even though tennis shoes replace her stilettos, her legs still look amazing.
“Hungry?” she asks as she bends down to pick up the picnic basket next to her.
Like I wolf, I eye her. “Always for you.” She smacks my chest and rolls her eyes.
“Wasn’t this morning enough for you?” Her fingers comb through my hair and her voice takes on a more seductive tone.
“Nope,” I seal my lips over hers, “I’ll never have enough.” Her laughter rolls from her lips just before she pulls away from me.
“You can have more later, after we eat.” She adds another eye roll for good measure. “The food, after we eat food,” she responds to my sly smile.
“It’s really beautiful out here.” Elle looks out at the field from under the large tree where we usually have our picnics. The sun is falling behind the small hills that dot the landscape in the distance, but all I see is her. I never thought I’d be happier than when I was working with my investment firm in Boston. God, how wrong was I?
Pulling her to my side, I kiss the top of her head. “More beautiful than watching me work out here?” I laugh against her hair, knowing that her cheeks are turning a nice shade of pink.
“I do– ” her attempts at defense are cut off by my lips.
“You do, too. I don’t mind, though.” She jabs me in my side at my joke. “I like catching you staring at me.”
“Wait a second,” she exclaims, crawling on my lap. Now straddling me, with my back pr
essed up against the thick tree trunk, she holds my face in her hands. “The only way you could know I’m staring at you,” her fingers graze over the light stubble on my jaw as her thumb sweeps over my lip, “is if you’re staring up at me.” Her lips gently press against mine as her hips grind in my lap.
“Caught red-handed,” I smile against her lips, holding her close to me. She shoots me a look, suggesting she’s anything but surprised. After another heated kiss, she crawls off my lap and situates herself between my legs so that her back is pressed up against my chest. We enjoy the rest of our meal and bottle of wine overlooking our vineyard as the sounds of the construction crew fade into the background.
Chapter 10
Elle
“Owen,” I call out into the almost complete darkness of the wine cellar. “Are you down here?” Of course, I know he’s down here; this is where he’s spent most of the winter working on the latest harvest. Wandering down the cool hallways, I have to admit, I miss the hot summer months when Owen would walk around the fields. Catching the more than occasional glimpse of him shirtless, his hard, lean muscles glistening in the sun, would often be the highlight of my day.