"Mm-hm. But I don't want to move."
"I'll go into the kitchen and make us lunch." He wriggled away from my body, kissed me, and hopped off the bed. "Gotta call to check on lunch for the guests, but we've got great cooks. I shouldn't need to go over there." He leaned over the bed to run a hand along my thigh, sending an electric shiver down my skin. "That means I can focus on you."
Ollie walked out the door, stark naked.
And I lay on the bed, stretched out like a Roman empress. That man had given me the best sex of my entire life while making me feel sexy and powerful, not at all like a screw-up who couldn't keep a man.
Thank you, Ollie.
Chapter Ten
Ollie
I went into the kitchen and called to check on things at the guest house, then I gathered ingredients from the fridge to make lunch for Mara and me. While I whipped up my culinary creations, I thought about how this day had changed so completely from what I could've ever expected. I had sex with Mara. Holy shit, that happened. She'd freaked out when she first saw the naturists in the buff, but when she'd stepped out of that taxi I'd been dumbstruck by how beautiful and sexy she was. Mara had calmed down pretty fast after her freak-out. Though she swore was okay with naturism, I figured she must still have had some issues with it. She wanted to get past them. I knew that.
Not that I expected she'd ever become a naturist.
But damn, she had the body for it.
While I sliced cucumbers for a salad, I considered the problem of Mara. She had hangups, for sure. Her parents seemed to have done a bang-up job of convincing her she wasn't good enough---for anything. I'd never met them, but I already didn't like them. Mara seemed like such a sweet girl, and smart too. Not to mention amazing in bed.
I had fucked a woman I'd known for less than two days.
Yeah, I still had trouble wrapping my head around that one. I was a computer nerd who struggled to get dates and couldn't keep a girlfriend. As for one-nighters... Yeah, that never happened to me. How did I get so lucky today?
Mara wandered into the kitchen while I was finishing up. She'd put on the same outfit she wore earlier, with the capri pants and sandals.
"Sit down," I told her, pointing at the stools on her side of the island. "Lunch is almost ready."
She perched on a stool, folding her hands atop the island. "Thank you for making me lunch."
"It's the least I can do after the workout we just had." I couldn't help smirking when I remembered our time in the bedroom. "I've never had sex with a girl I barely know, but it was incredible."
Mara blushed a little. "It was wonderful. And I've never had sex with someone I barely know either."
"We're both first-timers, eh?" I slid two plates across the island, one for Mara and one for me, then I slid two glasses of lemonade over there too. The salads were on the plates, beside double-decker sandwiches. "Here you go. Figured we both needed a big lunch to catch up on the calories we burned in bed."
"I am starving." She pulled her plate closer and licked her lips. "It looks delicious."
"Dig in." I walked around to her side of the island and sat on the stool next to hers. "The sandwich is ham, turkey, and bacon with vinaigrette dressing and provolone cheese. I made the lemonade from scratch. The salad has thousand island dressing, but Eve made that. She always whips up a big batch of the dressing and puts it in glass jars herself so we can use them as needed."
"Wow, you don't get homemade dressing at a regular resort." She picked up her fork and ate a mouthful of salad. "Mm, yummy."
"Glad you like it."
She took her double-decker sandwich in both hands, biting off a sizable chunk. While she chewed, she closed her eyes and moaned.
My dick started waking up again.
"Uh, I'll go put on some clothes," I told her, sliding off my stool. "You're still getting used to the naturist thing, and I don't want you to feel weird about me sitting her in the nude eating a sandwich."
"That's okay. You don't need to do that on my account."
"It's no trouble."
Running back to my room gave me a chance to get a grip on myself. If I got hard every time I saw Mara, we were in trouble.
After putting on jeans and a T-shirt, I went back to the kitchen and to Mara. Her plate had the same amount of food on it as when I'd left.