With my hands on her ass to hold her in place, I bent my knees and ground my cock into her. Our tongues swirled in a passionate dance, as we shared without words just how much we had missed each other over the last two days.
When I finally broke the kiss, she was panting, struggling to catch her breath.
I waited as she leaned her head against my chest, and when she was finally recovered enough, she lifted her eyes up to mine. In the bright sunlight, I could see the golden patterns in her lovely brown eyes.
“I missed you too,” she said with a smile.
And I kissed her once again. I wanted to take her back into the shop, lock the doors and take her right there, but I forced myself to exercise some control.
“There’s no one manning the shop,” I said.
She grinned. “Oh, Sandra is meant to do that, when she heard you were coming she suddenly realized she had to run an errand in town that could take up to three hours.”
“I like the way your friend thinks,” I murmured.
She blushed a delicious pink.
God, she was so beautiful she made my heart ache. “Don’t you worry someone would come in and steal your stuff while you’re out here, though?” I asked, because I couldn’t tell her what was in my heart.
She started taking off her gloves. “I’m listening carefully. I run out every time the bell rings.”
“You didn’t when I came in.” I pointed out.
“That’s because I knew it was you.” She held up her phone. “‘I can view the camera’s display from my phone.”
I nodded. “Do you want to eat now?” I asked, “or do you want to round up first?”
“How long do you have?” she asked.
“As long as you want.”
She stuck her finger in my chest. ‘‘I’m serious.”
“Alright, about an hour and a half, but I can get away with two.”
“There’s twenty minutes of work left to do here, so I’ll just leave it until you’ve gone.”
I looked at the seedlings she was planting and rolled up my sleeves. “No, you won’t. I’ll help you.”
“But you have to go back to work. You’ll be all sweaty.”
“I like getting sweaty with you,” I mocked.
“Stop it,” she warned sternly, but her cheeks were flaming.
“Or what?” I drawled.
She wasn’t playing that game. “Just wait a few seconds then,” she said and hurried away. She returned with a large pair of gloves, a kneeling pad and a straw hat that had seen better days. She handed the gloves over to me, dropped the pad on the ground, and placed the hat on my head. Then she leaned away to admire her work.
“There!” she cried. “You’re protected.”
“Thank you,” I replied, as I thought of the men I had lived with in prison and how they feared me. If they could see me now. I tried to get my hands into the gloves, but they were too small, which was a good thing because I wanted to feel the soil on my hands. It had been too long since I felt good, honest soil on my skin.
After briefly instructing me on what to do with the seedlings, we worked together in silence. She would never know how much I appreciated working with those seedlings. The thin velvety stems, the cool feel of the dark earth between my fingers. The heat of the sun on my back, the total peace of being next to her.
It was over too soon and she stood and surveyed our handiwork.
“Let’s go wash up,” she said.
We went together to the big butler’s sink at the back of the shop. We took turns washing our hands. She went before me and after she was done, she moved back and stood behind me wiping her hands on a towel.
There was a mirror over the sink and I watched her reflection through it, her heat flushed face adding a vibrant sheen to her complexion. It gave me an almighty erection just to see her like that.
“Are we officially dating?” she asked, meeting my eyes in the mirror.
“Of course we are,” I replied. “I thought I made that clear the last time.” I turned with my hands still wet, and approached her threateningly. “Or do you need a refresher?”
With a laugh, she took several steps backwards until her back hit the closed door and she was caged between my hard cock and the unyielding wood.
I grabbed the hand towel from her and dried my hands, while she licked her lips in anticipation. Her chest rose and fell rapidly. I pressed my body against hers and her eyes widened when she felt the hardness of my dick.
“You didn’t make it clear,” she whispered. “You only said that I was yours.”
Our faces were just inches away. “What else was I supposed to say then?”
“You were meant to ask me, officially … to be your girlfriend.”