This place is heaven, with old colorful buildings perched high on the cliffs overlooking the ocean; I’ve never been somewhere so utterly perfect.
Three days.
Three magical days is all it’s taken to transform me into an Elliot Miles disciple.
We’ve talked for hours, laughed, eaten all the beautiful food, and made love in every possible way.
It’s not awkward or foreign, it’s organic and beautiful . . . the kind of feeling that I have always searched for.
His dark eyelashes flutter, his big lips slightly parted, and I watch as his chest rises and falls as he sleeps, the white sheet pooled around his hips.
Elliot Miles is a force to be reckoned with. It’s not who he is.
It’s what he is.
For the first time in my life, I feel heard.
And I know that sounds ridiculous, even to me . . . because, of all the things I know about Elliot Miles, being a good listener isn’t one of them.
I lie on my side, propped up on my elbow as I watch him—I’ve been doing it for over an hour. I need to go to the bathroom but I don’t want to get up and disturb my uninterrupted view.
My eyes roam down over his broad chest and down to his navel and the small trail of dark hair that disappears under the sheet. His skin is olive, his hair dark.
Physically, he’s a beautiful man.
But I know a secret about Elliot Miles: it could start wars, end dreams, and light up a city from space.
His heart is his strength, and maybe it’s not mine to keep.
But I’ll cherish this week that I had it in my hands, forever.
His eyes flutter open and he frowns as he focuses on my face, then breaks into a slow, sexy smile. The one I’ve become addicted to.
“What are you looking at?” he whispers as he pulls me onto his chest, holds me tight, and kisses my forehead.
“Just your goat face.”
He chuckles and it’s deep and husky and surrounds my senses.
“Bahahaha,” he says.
I laugh out loud. “Goats don’t bahahaha.”
“What sounds do goats make?” He smiles.
“I don’t know, but I know they don’t bahahaha.”
He rolls me onto my back and comes over me, and his lips softly take mine. “Well, if I don’t bahahaha, you better make me moan.” He puts his knee between my legs to spread them.
I smile up at him. Oh, this man. “You mean like a cow?”
He chuckles. “I’m a fucking bull, Kate. I told you before.”
ELLIOT
I follow the hot little ass up the trail—black leggings, a white midriff tank top, and a blonde ponytail swinging as she walks.
What a view to behold.
Kate and I are climbing a mountain, and it’s steep. She turns and looks out behind me. “Oh El, look at that.”
We turn and stare over at the view.
She smiles wistfully into the wind and I stare at her. “It’s so beautiful,” she whispers.
“She is.” I smile.
Her eyes find mine and she gives me a shy smile. “I’m talking about the view.”
I take her hand in mine and kiss her fingertips. “I know.”
She smiles softly. “Can I take a photo of us?”
“If you want.”