Knot So Lucky (Destination Love, #1)(66)

“Come on,” she directs sweetly, walking past me to the living room.

Her feet hit the blanket she had me set up on the floor in front of the windows so that we could watch the rain.

She sets the bowls down before sitting crisscross on the floor, looking at me like I’m supposed to follow suit. So I do, frowning.

“Let me get this straight. I have to put fruit and yogurt on my face?”

She laughs before putting a finger in front of my mouth, shushing me.

“Yes. It has antioxidants, and it’s good for you. I mixed it with some clay stuff I had too, so it’ll make your skin glow.”

I smirk. “Wow…I’ve always wanted to glow.”

Eleanor rolls her eyes before dipping her fingers into the bowl. She leans forward with some blue slop on them, smiling before gently swiping over my cheek.

My tongue darts out, licking my lips because she may not be looking at me, but I’m fucking looking at her.

Fuck it. Today won’t count. I’m rain-checking reason.

I reach out, tugging at her hip as I straighten my legs, guiding her to straddle me before I sink my palms behind me, propping myself up.

She rocks herself over me only once, getting comfortable, but it still makes my dick pay attention.

I’m so fucked. But I don’t care.

I just want her on me, her body touching mine.

Her fingers smooth the cream over my face inch by inch as we sit in silence until my tongue darts out again. This time, I get a nasty surprise.

“Don’t eat the face cream,” she scolds, giggling.

I chuckle, feeling parts of my face already starting to get tight.

“You said it was edible.”

“Lies. You started tuning out after I said antioxidants.”

My brows draw together as I stick my tongue out, still tasting that shit on the tip of my tongue. She’s laughing, looking down at her hands, which are covered in goop, before she leans forward and sucks my tongue clean.

Now I’m completely hard.

She spits what’s in her mouth on the towel and puts her eyes back on mine.

“Don’t say I never did anything for you.”

My hand winds around her neck, gripping the back as I pull her back into a proper kiss. She melts into me, rocking her center against me again as she hums into my mouth.

Fuck… This girl.

I jerk my hips up, making her bounce and laugh as I growl into the kiss. Her palms come to rest on my chest before she pushes, breaking away, breathless as she touches her forehead to mine.

“We need to wash off because if it’s burning your face, imagine what it’ll feel like on your…”

That makes me grin, but I shake my head. Because, yes, I want to fuck her, but right now, I want to hang out with her more.

“Tell me something,” I breathe out, letting her go back to slathering me. “When did you know this was your thing? All the salon and face stuff?”

She takes a deep breath, looking thoughtful, before dipping her fingers into the red concoction and motioning for me to lift my chin.

I do because she makes me a good boy.

“Mmm, I feel like I kind of fell into this. My family is high achieving. My sister started her design company right out of college and exploded. But I was the opposite. I dropped out of college my sophomore year.”

I lower my face to hers, but she tsks, so I raise it again, speaking toward the ceiling.

“Are they the ‘disappointed in you’ kind or the ‘find your way’ kind of parents?”

She smiles; I can feel it.

“The ‘find your way’ kind. I’m lucky.”

“I’ve always wondered if I’d been adopted if my life would’ve gone differently.” I exhale because I’ve also always had the same answer. “And I always think, I hope not. I like the result. The journey was a different story. You know?”

“I get that.”

She does. It’s not something she’s just saying. More goop hits my chest, so I lower my head, eyes back on hers.

“Is this shit going on my whole body?”

She winks.

“If you’re lucky.”

I give her a wink back and just sit there like a good test dummy as she gets that thoughtful look on her face.

“When I look back on where I was at twenty versus where I am now, I don’t even feel like the same person sometimes. I bounced around from thing to thing, from idea to idea. Until one day, I was like, ‘it’s embarrassing that I don’t have a thing.’ I mean, I had a job. But that’s different from a calling. So, one night, over couch sushi and wine with Millie and Sam, I just started making a list of all the things I would want to do with my life if I won the lottery. And bam…skin care, wellness, that was like my thang.”

She laughs, and I want to follow suit, but my concentration is currently being stolen by the feel of her fingers sliding down my throat to my chest over and over absentmindedly.

But the words formed tumble out on their own anyway.

“I think it’s brave to take the time to figure out what you want. We only get a handful of trips around the sun. Might as well make them epic, right?”

Her eyes bore into mine as if a thousand thoughts are cluttering her head. So, I fill in the silence.

“And for the record, you’re good at this. Cuz I really like having your coochie cream on my face every day.”