Read Online Facing Off with Alexi (Witch Field Prowlers Book 2) by Selena Illyria - Free Book Online Page B

breakfast tête-à-tête, things had become hot under the collar, so to speak. They’d returned from the town fair, which ended up not being set up yet. Alexi had taken to walking around without a shirt on, cooking on the grill and working up a sweat. He’d started brushing against her or walking close to her when they were cooking or setting the table. Last night had been another session with her vibrator. Whether or not he heard her, she didn’t care. The desire had been too potent to ignore. All those muscles, the tats, the light bit of chest hair that covered his pecs and arrowed down to the place he denied her—it was too much. Whenever she turned around, she couldn’t ignore the tenting of the fabric of his pants at groin level.
    To keep herself from turning into a horny, drooling mess, she focused on gardening…well, as best as she could before getting attacked by every flying pest and spider known to man. Then she’d tried reading until lunch. That became a washout after Alexi decided that going with no shirt was a fantastic idea. Rather than shut herself in her room, she’d opted to change into a bandeau top and short shorts, showing him two could play at that game. The plan’s weakness became evident after five minutes of sitting in an air-conditioned room and needing a blanket to get warm.
    He hadn’t commented on this development and whether he found her actions amusing or not. She didn’t know as the grill was out of her view. When reading failed, she turned to TV, thankful for the satellite dish on the roof. A thousand channels, nothing on. Next to try: movies. For lunch he’d presented her burgers with the cheese molded into the center of the burger patty rather than on top of the meat, corn on the cob, and for dessert slices of fruit cooked on the grill. He’d kept the conversation light and didn’t mention her blanket. No mentions of bets or cookies or anything of that nature. Dinner was the same affair, only she’d changed into yoga pants and a tight V-neck shirt, no bra. They’d repeated the movie date, cuddled up into each other, his arm around her shoulder, her snuggled into his side as they watched a classic rom-com featuring pirates, giants, and sword fighting.
    She’d even fallen asleep in his arms, and he’d carried her to bed only for her to wake up alone and horny, hating the bet with every fiber of her being. On the plus side, when she’d woken up, he’d presented her with breakfast in bed: homemade buttermilk strawberry waffles, bacon, hash browns, and a large mug of coffee. He’d told her that he would be fishing for most of the day, so she’d be on her own. A small bit of relief for the both of them. He’d bent down and pressed the softest, sweetest kiss against her mouth that left her flesh tingling and her yearning for more.
    Banked energy buzzed along her limbs, demanding movement. Rather than watch the maids do their thing, she headed into town on foot, wandering around, nodding at people she knew, stopping off at farm stands for small treats in fresh fruits, nuts, and vegetables. She checked in on the fair once again, only to find they still weren’t finished setting up; the need for repairs had delayed them a bit. After that, she returned home for lunch. The cleaning staff Alexi hired for their stay had already left. Alexi lay in the boat, line in the water, hat covering his face. She stood on the small dock and called out to him, “Coming in for lunch?”
    He just waved a hand but didn’t move his cap off his features. “Dinner.”
    “Okay.” She made herself a strawberry and chicken salad with a strawberry milkshake for balance and settled herself in for junk television. After several of her brain cells got killed off watching housewives fight, she returned to movies, this time a classic sci-fi trilogy about good and evil with robots and laser sword fights. Buoyed by the triumph of heroes, she decided to try her hand at the grill for tonight’s menu: boneless