CHAPTER SIXTY-TWO

Louisa never managed to get herself together by 3pm for our very first scheduled furniture delivery, a navy blue sofa set chosen by Louisa herself because she insisted it would accentuate the white shiplap. "Very nautical- looking! I'll make you matching pillows. Maybe anchors or seahorses, maybe both!" she exclaimed when she was under the impression she was just merely helping me decorate the renovated stables. But today she knew everything was meant for her, and even that little fact wasn't impetus enough to get her back on her feet and dressed so that she could inform the delivery men where she wanted each piece placed in the living room. "Uh-uh! You can handle it. I trust you," she grinned with her hair rumbled while poorly clutching the cashmere blanket to her chest, unbeknownst to her that her right breast was showing. "We can always rearrange them later."

Silly, sexy and sweet. She was indeed scored on my heart, the epiphany that she was so unique that it was of little wonder why I had to scour the earth to find her. And for all the teasing that I was perfect, it really was Louisa who was. At least perfect to me. I admired her from the doorway, my gaze falling on her exposed breast. It was just like Louisa to play coy without getting all the details right. But I realized right then and there it was the not getting all the details right that made her so perfect, so sexy, so Louisa Clark. She was irreplaceable and irresistible.

"What? Why are you staring at me like that?" Louisa asked innocently before bursting into uncontrollable giggles and pulling the blanket up to her neck, thus unwittingly also revealing her left breast as well this time.

I couldn't help but laugh as she sat with both breasts totally exposed and giggling. Whatever made me dream of her damned if I knew, but here I was with her in real time with each passing moment getting better and better than the last.

I knelt back in front of her and kissed her lips passionately, and needing one more last touch to tide me over for the next few minutes, I caressed her naked breasts to which she emitted a hiccup of a giggle.

"You hurry back," she instructed me playfully. "Just um let them dump the furniture and run back, ok?" I found myself agreeing, although that meant more work for me later moving furniture by myself, but I didn't much care. I hurried the men in and out quickly, tipping them handsomely to resume more play in the same large walk-in-closet where apparently Alicia and my mum stood days earlier arguing with my contractor to remove Louisa's crown molding from the walls. I was hypnotized by her, and there were many, many more things I wanted to do to her if she would let me. And let me she did. For the first time she allowed me to take control. "Is that your tongue?" she gasped. "Mhmmm. Do you want me to stop, Clark?" "Did I tell you to? Uh-uh! NO !" she cried out in a demanding but shaky voice.

There was no shortage of such reactions that propelled me to please her more, but in true Louisa Clark fashion they were anything but conventional. I explored her whole body, and she was quite vocal of what she liked, although sometimes not quite helpful when it came to requesting a repeat. "Can you do that again?" she inquired then comically corrected my actions using unidentifiable demonstrative pronouns that kept me guessing, retracing my previous steps until I discovered the right one! "No, no! Not that! You know that other thing!" "You mean this, Clark?" "No, that. That other thing!" "This?" "No. No. Before then." "Ok, that?" "Oh Godyeah. That!" The guessing, which at first frustrated me, turned into a delightful adventure as it occurred over and over, and I began to have fun with it, offering Louisa alternatives to her frequently repeated requests. "Oh God, Will! What was that?!" she would squeal. "I thought perhaps you would enjoy that more, Clark!" "Yes, well," her voiced cracked, "Can you do this and that again? You know … um … if you don't mind?" "If you want me to," I answered, complying to every one of her wishes.

Time passed so suddenly that we hadn't realized that the sunlight from a small octagonal window set high on the wall had been replaced with the moonlight. Louisa was the first to notice, and shocked by how time eluded us called my attention to that very fact.

"Will! It's already dark out!"

I found myself mumbling, not unable but rather unwilling to lift my lips from her right nipple as she stroked the back of my head and played with my hair between her fingers. "Is it, Clark? I hadn't noticed."

"Have we any food?"

"None."

"None?"

"None. I flew back from Australia to London and drove directly to your home with only my luggage from my trip. Hungry?"

"Starving," she giggled then gasped, a reaction to my gently blowing on her nipple and partaking again. "Will Traynor! I really do need food you know. I really haven't um eaten much this past week as you know."

That was an easy fix or so I thought. "Do you want me to raid my mum's fridge or we can order takeout and have it delivered?" I peeked up from Louisa's chest to see what piqued her interest but neither did it seemed. Instead, her lips curled into a small smile as her eyes sparkled and danced. I knew she had other plans in mind.

I needed only to look at her, gesturing with my eyes to come out with it.

"Ok, so a burger from the King's Head Pub. You don't understand," she emphasized, "I've had a craving for the juiciest double burger all day long! I'm just salivating for one! Maybe 2!" She looked pinched, her eyebrows furrowing, hoping that I would say yes but thinking otherwise.

I closed my eyes and grinned. "If that's what you want, Clark. Then ok."

"Really?" she asked as if surprised by my answer.

"Really."

"You don't mind leaving then?"

"I suppose we have to leave at some point, yes?" I sarcastically quipped back. That was the truth. There was much to be done to move in, and we weren't going to make any progress holed up in a large walk-in-closet, although the idea of remaining there for days on end was appealing although unrealistic.

Louisa looked beyond radiant wearing the most beautiful of smiles, and casting her eyes downward at me she bit upon her lip in the most alluring of ways and cooed. "You're so good to me, Will Traynor!"

She got me so excited with that smile of hers that I was soon passionately back at her breasts forgetting all about her dinner request as she erupted in another fit of giggles.

"Will! I'm serious! I am hungry! You can pick up where you left off later."

This time I made her promise.

Equipped with towels and toiletries from a guest room at Granta House, Louisa was the first to try out our new shower. "Oh my God, Will!" she raved about the handheld showerhead, altering its speeds and intensity. "That was heavenly!" It was my travel hair dryer she wasn't a fan of. "I guess it'll do for now." She pinned one side of her hair above her ear with the crystal starfish I bought her in London and watched as she reapplied my favorite watermelon lip gloss to her lips, the final touch to her fresh but modest makeup for our dinner at the pub. Before we departed, she checked out her reflection in the bathroom mirror one last time boasting, "There. At least I look presentable, not like I've been having sex all day, right Will?" I didn't have the heart to tell her that the satisfaction on her face and her raving giddiness indeed told the world just that. And little did I know that they would also tell Running Man at the pub that too.