Waiting for you

Chapter 9

Chapter 9

Timothy’s p.o.v.

Showing Amara the beach house, I notice that after every room she explores, her smile is getting bigger and bigger. Glad that she seems to like it, what makes me more confident that I planned this right.

“Breathtaking beautiful.”, she whispers looking over the shore.

“It definitely is.”, I confess to her, taking in her beauty. I feel so much desire to take her in my arms and kiss her senseless.

“If you would have told me that we would have a beach date, I would have brought my swimming clothes.”, she says, clearly an attempt to lighten up the air.

A bad attempt, for now I am thinking that we could rather swim naked, but I can’t get it out of my mouth. Plus I took care of purchasing a black bikini with a fitting see-through beach dress and some black sandals.

“Well, if you want to change, you can.”, the words take her by surprise as I thought. She is watching me with a confused look on her face.

“You need to stop saying such things.”, her breath becomes a little heavier.

“What? I ain’t joking.”, I encourage her, my legs taking a step closer, making her suck in a breath.

If she keeps on staring like this, I will not be able to keep myself together. Not with us standing so close. Which is my own damn fault, but that is besides the point.

“So what it’s going to be?”, I ask her, c*****g my brows.

“I should be asking you that?”, she asks still confused.

“Normally you are a great listener, Amara.”, she just hums in respond, our eyes still locked.

“Also seem to be lost of words again.”, I chuckle and give her a quick peck on her cheek.

Her belly makes a loud rumble, she blushes. She seems to feel embarrassed, what is not necessary around me.

“We should eat first, after you can decide if you want to take a swim. Shall we go take a seat?”

“Yes, let’s do that.”, she hums. “Lead the way.”

Taking the picnic basket of the kitchen counter, I take her hand and walk outside. She never lets go and walks in sync following my steps.

“The view is even better outside.”, I hear her mumble.

I lead us to the lounging sunbed, which is close to my private pool. Here we have the most privacy in the garden, as people on the beach can pass by the gates.

Private beach area is a shared part between the house and boat owners. Meaning we can have a part that is private, but not all the way to the shore.

“Make yourself comfortable. I have to go back in the house. I forgot our drinks in the fridge. There are plates in the basket, don’t wait for me, Love.”

“No, I will wait. Let’s eat together.”

“You sure?”

“Yes, it won’t take long won’t it. Meantime I will set our plates.”

Amara’s p.o.v.

Before Timothy walks away he gives me a wink with a quick nod.

I hop on the bed and make my way to the middle. I pull two pillows towards me and place them on my side, in case I want to lay down a bit. Taking off my jean jacket and handbag, I place them neatly behind me. Quickly I check the time, it’s almost 11.

That grumble my belly just did so loudly in front of Timothy, felt embarrassing, since it was bad timing. But understandable for my body, since by now I would have had at least one meal for the time I am awake.

Opening the lid of the picnic basket, the freshness of bread is my first smell.

When I look in, my belly just makes another grumble from all the delicious things my eyes take in.

Timothy is full of surprises, I never would have thought he would arranged things like this himself. Normally I would be the one making sure these kind of details were not overseen. He really outdone himself. And that all for me…

If we can spend all our breakfasts like this, I wouldn't even mind that I have to wait a little longer.

Carefully I ribbon loose the two crockery, cutlery and glasses from their places on the inside of the lid. I place them neatly in front of me, but they look unsteady. Wanting to steady them with an underground, I look around to see if I can find something.

“You need something, Love?”

“How is it possible that you do and say the right things?”, I mumble in shock about the tray he is holding in his hands.

“What did I do?”, he asks a bit confused.

“It’s nothing, I was just looking around for something to steady this…”, I giggle pointing at the somewhat lop-sided glasses. Timothy laughed at the sight.

“Yeah, I thought that was a possibility, but I also didn’t know what you wanted to drink and I only got two hands.”, he chuckles lifting the tray a bit and gets on the sunbed, taking a half laying relaxing position opposite of me.

It doesn’t matter what this man does, I can get wet instantly. I clench my thighs together swiftly, hoping to numb the sudden feeling. Totally random and unnecessary feeling for the minor gesture.

Doesn’t stop the need to just jump on him, so that I can grind this tingles I am feeling in my p***y to his crotch.

“If you keep biting your lip in that matter, I might have to postpone the start to our brunch.”

Unconsciously I bit my lip even harder, at his words. My mind have forgotten the tasty food, imagining Timothy bare chested in front of me.

“Earth to Amara.”, Timothy’s hand waves in front of me.

If my thoughts keep rattling on like this, I won’t even be able to take a bite. Or even have a decent conversation with Timothy.

“Sorry.”, I blush.

“Too bad you responded that quick, I would have love to kiss you out your thinking.”, he says while placing a baguette on his plate.

Gulping down my throat, I just pick up the other plate and take a croissant out of the basket. I let out a moan from the fluffy pastry my mouth is filled with.

“Oh my, this is heaven.”

Timothy leans over and quickly takes a bit from out of my hand. His eyes never leaving mine, feeling like he is challenging me to stop him. Slowly he chews on the croissant.

“Definitely the best in town.”, that confident smirk is plastered on his face again.

“You just took a bite, without asking?!”, I fake gasp at his audacity. “Never would have thought you didn’t have manners, Mr. Brown. That was mine.”

The panic is slowly rising in his eyes, when I keep my stillness, pretending to wait on an answer.

“I didn’t mean too offend you. I wasn’t thinking. When I heard you…”

“It’s okay, Timothy.”, I laugh with a big smile at him. “I was just teasing you.”

He shoves a side the tray in-between us.

“You like to tease me, ha, Ms. Amara Jones.”, his arms fly around my waist before I can comprehend. Turning my body halfway he lifts me a little to shrugs me closer to him. My back on his chest, my ass almost touching his lap.

“Since you like teasing, I need to have my eyes on you more closely.”, his hot breath fans in the nape of my neck.

That alone is enough to hitch my breathing.

“Seems like two of us can play that game.” I whisper to him. He places a light kiss on the sensitive spot of my neck, causing me to moan to the delicate touch.

“Hmm.. True.”, he says, repeating his action.

“Mm.”, I hum.

“So what is more delicious? For you moaned delightful with both.”, he asks me husky. I turn my face to his fully and look at him questioning. “The croissant or the kiss?”

The shimmer in his eyes have a wondering. He also has a raw look in his eye, glancing them over me.

His lips parted a bit and he wetted his lip, when he watched mine.

That was all it took for me to lose my control. Hopefully Timothy will not reject my boldness and take this as my answer.

My lips touch his, earning me a deep groan.

Just like at the office, things fired up pretty quickly.