“Thank you. It’s become a hobby of mine. I’ll cook for you anytime.”
Her eyes snap to mine, full of affection. Then it hits me, what I’ve just admitted out loud. That I want this to be a regular thing. And I do. I’m sprinting headfirst, full-speed towards a landmine. Fully aware of the danger, but unable to stop.
“How about every night?” She teases.
I wink, no backing down now.
We eat slowly, savoring each bite, our knees brushing as we sit side-by-side at the kitchen counter. The tension between us is alive, humming in the air. Every glance between us is burning me up from the inside out. I try to stay focused on my plate,resisting the urge to say “fuck it” and pull her into my lap right here and now.
I want nothing more, but I also don’t want to rush this or move too fast.
After dinner, she helps me clean up the kitchen, ignoring every protest I throw her way. She’s my guest, and I don’t want her to lift a finger. I want to take care of her, let her relax. But she’s hell-bent on ignoring my request.
We fall into a rhythm, moving with ease around each other. I rinse and she loads the dishwasher. The movements feel so natural, like we’ve done this a hundred times before.
When I finish up, and her back is turned to me, I can’t help myself any longer. I step in close, hands sliding around her waist, burying my face in the curve of her neck. Her curls tickle my skin, and she sucks in a sharp breath, body melting back into mine.
She presses into me, her ass rubbing against me in a way that drives me nearly insane, and I have to work incredibly hard to show restraint. I want her. Now. My hands drift to her stomach, creeping higher, but I stop there… waiting for her permission.
And she gives it, guiding me. Taking my hands and moving them to her full, heavy breasts. Her soft moan at the contact is nearly my undoing.
She will undoubtedly be the death of me. Her head tilts back, those beautiful almond eyes finding mine. And then our mouths collide.
The kiss starts slow, soft. Tantalizing. I let her lead, I’m in no rush. I never want to push for more than she’s willing to give, so I let her set the pace. She turns in my arms and presses her chest to mine. In one smooth motion, I grab her thighs and lift her onto the counter. Her legs part for me, and I press into the space between them, my hips moving against hers. My cock isalready hard, pulsing, aching for her. She grinds against me, deepening the kiss, and I groan.
She’s fucking addicting. I want all of her.
Her fingers slip beneath my shirt, finding purchase on the bare skin of my torso, and I don’t hesitate. I yank it off, baring my chest to her. She follows, stripping hers too. Her skin is hot against mine, our chemistry making us both feverish, and I nearly come undone.
I trail kisses down her neck, her chest, until I reach her pink lacy bra. Soft. Tempting me. I pause, glancing up for permission. When she nods, I tear it aside, taking her breast into my mouth. Her beautiful, rosy nipples are peaked, betraying her arousal.
Perfect. Fucking perfect.
I close my mouth around her nipple. Sucking, teasing, tasting. Her back arches beneath me, breath going ragged as she clutches my shoulders. She grinds harder against me, her body begging for more.
My hands find the edge of her waistband, and she gives me the green light that I didn’t realize I was holding my breath for.
“Yes, Theo. More.”
I peel her jeans off slowly, easing them down over her thighs until she's laid out before me in her matching pink lingerie. My blood heats in my veins, my body ready to explode. She knew what she was doing, wearing this tonight.
Wearing it forme.
I lift her into my arms, our mouths still connected, carrying her to my bedroom. Knowing we need a bed for this, for me to worship her fully. The way she deserves. When I lay her down on my bed, the look in her eyes is pure fire.
She doesn’t know it yet, but I’m going to ruin her for anyone else. She’s going to bemine.
26
SOPHIE
Ilay there on his bed, stripped down to nothing but my bra and panties. My skin practically hums, my nerves alive and on fire. I’m burning up from the inside out. My whole body is lit like a fuse, ignited by his touch. He stands at the foot of the bed, his bare chest toned with muscle. His eyes locked onto me like I’m the only thing in the world worth looking at. Like I’mhis.
God, I want him. All of him.
He moves slowly, agonizingly so, undoing the button on his jeans, then dragging the zipper down. His jeans hit the floor, and my eyes drop to the bulge straining against his black boxer briefs. My throat dries instantly. He’sbig.I lick my lips, not even pretending to hide my arousal.
He takes one step towards me, then another. Each one deliberate. Teasing me. It’s maddening. My thighs press together, desperate for friction. I’m already wet for him. Already aching to be touched.
