Love at First Night - Chapter 90

I wore a beautiful vintage floral dress, did a simple make up and slightly curled my hair. When I was ready to go I left the house to drive to the place I rented to welcome in the painters. I explained to them what they had to do and then watched them prepare everything to begin panting.

Then when I made sure they were working properly I walked out to contemplate the fresh sprint light breeze.

I just felt so alive and happy, I couldn’t even remember the last time I felt so happy without any particular reason.

My dress blew with the wind reminding me of the weekend Cameron and I spent together.

When I walked back inside I kept myself occupied so that hours would pass away faster. I spent the day unboxing furnitures Then I thought of what I could sell in the two available empty rooms when I realized I could use the rooms as shops for motorcycling and car ride clothes.

And in case the shops would do well I could also sell motorcycle helmets and replacements car parts.

The hours passed by fast enough that soon was almost lunchtime. I heard someone knocking at the door, when I went to open it, the silhouette of a pizza man appeared on the threshold. He was carrying a dozen of pizzas.

“I am sure you have mistaken the address, I didn’t order anything,” I said confused, gesturing with my hands. He shook his head and handed me the pizzas.

I checked the surrounding in search of someone who may live in the nearby and could have ordered.

A few seconds later a car whizzed approaching the main street and stopping in front of us. My heart skipped a breath when I recognized the driver. It was Cameron, announcing his presence with a roar of engine. He walked down with his usual wicked yet debonair smile painted on his face.

“I ordered for her, you can bring the pizza inside.” The pizza man looked at me a bit confused waiting for my approval so I nodded to allow him in as I pushed the door open.

“Should I get used to people waiting for your consent when I tell them what to do?” I heard his guttural voice nearer to my ear and a second after he was wrapping his hands around my hips and kissing my neck.

“I couldn’t wait till tonight to see you.”

He pushed me even closer allowing me to melt beneath his warmth.

The pizza man came back to us and waited for the tip, probably realizing that Cameron was a wealthy man thanks to his appearance and his car.

Cameron slipped out of his wallet 50 dollars and gave the tip to the lucky guy who smiled hugely.

“Thank you. Thank you so much.” The young man thanked us with eyes full of commotion. He was so grateful that he even bent down and hugged Cameron clumsily.

“You’re welcome.” Cameron returned the smile and the guy found his way in his car way too quickly, probably concerned Cameron would change his mind.

“What a nice gesture,” I commented turning around to face him since he was hugging me from behind.

His hands still wrapped around my hips trapping me in a prison I never wanted to break out from.

“Let’s eat then,” I said before kissing him without second thoughts, and just like I predicted -and hoped- he didn’t complain.

I took his hand and walked with him to the corridor and then gave the pizzas to the painters to save one for me and Cameron.

There were no tables so we ate on the floor which was meticulously clear.

The pizzas were already cut so I lifted a slice from the box and bit it, rolling my eyes for the delicious taste.

I climbed closer to Cameron and laid my leg upon his leg to mark the territory.

He wrapped his huge hand around my knee in such a simple gesture that never disappointed in making me feel safe. He squeezed my knee possessively and pushed it even closer to his waist. I could feel his presence responding to my touch. I opened my mouth wide enough to bite almost entirely the slice of pizza.

He shook his head when a mischievous smirk displayed on his face. I licked my lips clear and then leaned forward him, placing my hand next to his hard presence pretending my not-so-innocent gesture was only to lean on his thigh.

He stiffened in response and held his breath to refrain himself from whatever dirty image occurred in his mind.

“Why are you shaking your head, don’t you like the pizza?”

His hand squeezed more tightly around my knee and with an abrupt movement, he pushed me on his lap making me jolt and whine a low complaint about the sudden action.

God… He was so big.

“Do not provoke me now, do not wake the beast yet.” He whispered, emphasizing the ‘yet’. Both his hands slowly trailed up from my knees.

I gasped inhaling a deep breath when his hand slipped inside my dress and grabbed my thighs.

“I will make the waiting worth it, I promise you.” He whispered starting to pepper kisses on my jawline and then down to my neck. “Tonight.” He whispered against my neck.

“I can wait then,” I whispered back bending my head to soak up the pleasure of his soft kisses.

I turned around and slouched forward to grab another piece of pizza, “so this will be our relationship from now on?” I raised my eyebrow and swallowed down the mouthful of pizza.

“Eating pizza on the floor and not being scared of people finding out about our clandestine relationship?”

He departed from my neck only to chuckle at my sarcastic question and cleaned the cheese on my mouth before he kissed me gently.

“Sounds like a good starting point from where we could begin from.” He commented.

I took another slice of pizza and leaned it closer to his mouth, he took a bite of it and then I bit the same slice.