“Bella broke away from him and said “I think I had better make coffee before we go too far.”
She took off her heels then walked into the modern fully fitted kitchen. She filled an electric kettle then spooned coffee into two cups. “How do you like it Joe?
“I like it hot and steamy Bella he said as he took her by the waist.”
She turned towards him then he drew her to him and they kissed again long and passionately.
“We shouldn’t Joe; you are in training.”
“Joe ignored her until she stepped back. come on now Joe Kimber we have all the time in the world once you get back from the Olympics.”
Bella handed him the coffee and told him to drink it.
“Wow Joe; you have got my head swimming.
Joe looked at her with his piercing blue eyes and she could have led him to her bed but she knew that she would regret it afterwards so she avoided his gaze and sipped on her coffee.
“Is the coffee strong enough for you Joe, she said nervously her voice was now quivering.”
Yes; Bella it is fine.”
“She loved his new accent and hung on his every word.”
“I better go said Joe; I have an early start.”
“Yes; I do hope that you enjoy your fishing.”
“Until tomorrow then Bella; he placed his cup on the kitchen table then made his way to the door he opened it then stood for a moment looking at Bella.
“Bye Joe; I love you very much.”
“I love you too; he then turned, waved and was gone.”
Bella closed the door and sat in the chair with her legs tucked under her and replayed the whole evening over in her mind.
She wanted to run barefooted to the corner of the street and shout his name and ask him to stay the night beside her. Not making love but just holding each other and looking into his eyes, those deep pools of blue that could hypnotise you.
“She wondered how many women had thrown them selves at his mercy with just a look.
Bella knew that she wouldn’t sleep she was too excited.
Joe got home at just after twelve his parents were in bed so he hung up his suit then put out a thick sweater and a pair of Levi jeans and a rain Mac.
He lay on top of the bed thinking about Bella; he missed her already and wished that he’d not promised Kevin that he’d go fishing. Then he thought that was selfish of him to think that way. He hadn’t seen or spent time with them in nearly eight years so one afternoon wouldn’t harm.