“You know it. Only the best for my girl.”And every patron of the restaurant, but I keep that thought to myself.
I can feel his gaze following me as I walk over to the sink and wash my hands. When I finish drying them, our eyes lock. The typical bright green hue is now a darker shade, and fire burns behind them. He almost looks as though he’s about ready to say fuck the meal he’s planned and devour me.Yes, please.
Rhyland has set out a cutting board and knife in the spot I was sitting, along with the bowl of fresh mozzarella he pulled from the fridge.
I love the idea of us cooking together. I can see that in the future—cooking side by side, nudging each other with our hips, laughing together and teasing along the way. Cooking is a sense of foreplay. But there’s not only something sensual about cooking together, but food overall brings people together.
“So what are you making us?”
“We’ve got the caprese salad that you’re working on, fresh garlic bread, and pasta carbonara with homemade pappardelle.” Rhy explains our meal as he cuts the fresh pasta sheets that he apparently made earlier into ribbons. My mouth is literally watering, and my stomach growls in agreement.
I focus on my task of slicing and dicing when hands grip my waist. I can feel the heat from his body pressed against mine.Focus, Payton, focus.
“Do you know how sexy you are in this kitchen and what watching you work is doing to me?”
I throw my head back against his shoulder, laughing. “Look who’s talking,” I say, but when his fingers dig into my hips with a grip similar to the one he had on me when I was in his lap the other night, all words leave my mind. The only words left in my brain areyesandmore.
“Keep going,” he instructs me when I freeze doing what I’m doing. How the hell does he expect me to keep going when he’s touching me? Biting my bottom lip, I feel his soft kisses along my exposed skin as he drapes my hair over my right shoulder. “I can’t stop touching you. I know I shouldn’t.”
He breathes against my skin as one hand leaves my waist. I don’t have time to whimper at the loss of his touch, though, because that hand finds the slit of my dress, and his fingers slowly drag up my thigh to where I need him most.
My breath labors, and I don’t know if I can resist anymore. The knife drops on the counter with a clink, and I lean back againsthim, offering my body to him. “Says who—I need you. Touch me, Rhyland.”
The hand that slipped under my dress continues to tease me over my lace panties. There’s no way he can’t feel how wet I am for him through the material.
“God, I love your tits.” His other hand slips from my waist and slides into the top of my dress. A deep groan vibrates against my body when he finds I’m not wearing a bra with this dress. “I just want to slide my dick between them.”
Nodding is my only form of communication because I’m lost to his touch. His thumb brushes over my nipple, and I press my chest into his grasp. “Hold that thought.”
I whine.Seriously?He has me so keyed up. What the fuck is he stopping for?
I laugh when I realize he is moving the knife to the other side of the counter. “Safety first. I’m not trying to star in an episode ofSex Sent Me to the ER.” He smirks before crashing his lips to mine. I gasp, and he takes full advantage, slipping his tongue along the seam of my lips and tangling with my own. Everything happens so fast, yet not fast enough.
Rhyland spins me around, lifting me into his arms, and I wrap my legs around his waist. The movement slides my dress up further. Thank fuck I went with this outfit and not my other choice, which was pants. He leans forward and moves something to the side—I can only assume the cutting board of food I was prepping, because he sets me down right where I was working.
Gripping the material of my maxi dress, he slowly lifts it up over my hips, revealing my lace panties. A guttural moan leaves his lips, and I feel it deep in my bones. Rhy drags a finger over the lace. “Mmm, so wet. Is that for me?”
“Yes,” I whisper, thrusting my hips against his hand for more friction. We’ve been dancing around this since the first momentwe kissed. Three nights of foreplay have me so keyed up and ready to explode. I need more. I need him.
Grabbing the back of his neck, I seal his mouth to mine. I continue to grind against his hand while he teases me over the lace. When he finally shifts the lace to the side, his mouth captures my moans as his fingers trace over my core. He swirls circles with his thumb against my clit.
Leaving my mouth, he trails kisses along my neck, finding that sweet spot he discovered just under my ear, before traveling south to my collarbone. The low hum vibrates against my skin as he travels further to my chest.
Rhyland pulls down the top of my dress, revealing my breasts. “Oh fuck.” I grip the back of his head, weaving my fingers into his hair as his tongue captures one nipple before moving on to the other.
If I could pull him any closer, he’d already be inside me.
My body tenses under his touch as his fingers move inside me, but just before I reach the cusp of my orgasm, he pulls back, removing his fingers.
“Lean back. Let me see you.”
I obey, leaning back on my palms slightly as he drags my panties down my legs. The slow pace of the lace against my skin teases me before they disappear into his pocket.Guess I’m not getting those back.
Rhyland’s tongue drags over his lower lip as he takes in the view. I can feel the wetness pooling between my thighs.
“You’re my personal version of a decadent three-course meal—your mouth, your breasts, your pussy. I want to claim every part of you.”
“Rhy, please.”
