I leaned in, whispering, “Cooking somehow makes you even sexier.”
He chuckled and undid the cuff links on his shirt. Then he pushed the sleeves up to his elbows.
Oh, this man, really. Did he want to kill me? Did he even realize how hot that was?
I watched his every move intently. He cracked four eggs, then quickly chopped veggies before putting them in the pan. At the same time, he added the precooked rice.
Sitting here and looking at those hands was giving me sexy ideas. I hopped down and went behind him, massaging his shoulders before moving to his neck and down his back.
He groaned. “Phoebe, what are you doing?”
“You’re cooking. The least I can do is make sure you’re relaxed.” I moved my hands farther down to his ass. “These muscles seem like they need some pampering too.” My voice was a bit breathy.
Griffin groaned again, and I took my hands away. I didn’t want him to burn dinner, after all. I could fondle him to my heart’s desire after we ate.
He finished cooking just a few minutes later.
“This was quick,” I said.
“Most of the things I cook take no time at all.”
We ate at the huge table next to the window. He had a small sitting area beside the kitchen island, but his dining room was too beautiful not to use it. I carried the place mats and glasses, and Griffin brought the plates and cutlery. I realized I was super hungry after taking the first mouthful.
“This is delicious.”
“I’m glad you like it.”
I ate very fast, as did Griffin. I only slowed down after I’d almost cleared my plate. I still had a few forkfuls left, though, and I didn’t plan on ignoring them.
After I swallowed the very last one, Griffin put a hand on my knee under the table, skimming his thumb up and down. I had no idea that was a sweet spot for me, but it was. I pressed my thighs together, sucking in a deep breath. I didn’t think he’d noticed, though.
“So damn responsive,” Griffin said.
Damn. He most definitely noticed.
His smile was smug as he focused on his food. I took another swig of wine, thinking how much different it tasted after eating. It was like all the flavors were enhanced.
“Want to move over to the sitting area?” he asked after swallowing his last mouthful.
I nodded enthusiastically.
We cleaned up the table in no time, starting the dishwasher too. Then he put an arm around my waist, leading me to thecouch. He brushed his fingers up and down my rib cage, and I could swear that I felt that stroke between my thighs too. It was as if my entire body was a sweet spot.
As we sat down on the couch, I noticed the armrests had a wood surface on top for drinks.
“I love this house. It’s so smart,” I said as we set our glasses down. Then I straddled him.
Griffin cupped my ankles with his fingers before drawing his hands up my calves to my thighs. He looked at me intently.
“You’re serious all of a sudden,” I murmured.
He moved one hand up, caressing my jawline. “Phoebe, you’re sure about all of this?”
I nodded. “Yes. I’ve honestly never been more certain about anything.”
He smiled. “That’s exactly what I wanted to hear.”
He moved both his hands on my shoulder blades, pressing his fingers into them. I groaned, dipping my head back.
