I nod and take out the chopping board and knife.
The whole time I cook, he just stands there, five feet away from me, watching. It feels strange, because I have no memory of Matleon ever being this close to me without touching me. And I don’t like this new development at all.
Matleon
She’s so close to me, but I can’t touch her.Because if I touch her, I’ll kiss her. And once I kiss her, my dick will start making decisions for me—decisions like keeping her in bed tonight.
We have a history of that. Of me keeping her with me without her full consent. And that is exactly why I’m here now. I’ll only do the right things from now on.
What’s happening right now is already more than I could have asked for. It’s true that I wanted her to come here and cook for me. That’s why I didn’t eat. Because she was watching me, and the less I ate, the more worried she became.
And when she texted me, the message almost made me start dancing, I replied deliberately that I couldn’t cook.The ideal case would be me not using any manipulation at all, but I’m a little too starved for her care and attention.And right now, I’m thriving in it. I can’t ruin what I’ve been given. I keep my hands locked across my chest so they don’t mess things up.
She transfers the noodles into a big bowl and looks toward me. I move from the spot where I was standing, rooted, and step closer to her. Despite the strong scent of spices in the air, I can still smell the intoxicating vanilla of her body.
I lift the bowl from the counter. “Will you eat with me?”
She shakes her head. “I’m full.”
I nod. “Thanks.”
“It’s fine. It’s not like we’re strangers.”
My smirk tries to rise, but I kill it along with my default flirtatious response to her sentence and simply nod instead.
She narrows her eyes. “Are you acting like a gentleman again, like you did in New York?”
I shake my head. “I’ve changed, Angel. I’ve become a gentleman.”
“Why is it so difficult to believe?”
I smirk. “Or do you mean to ask why I haven’t kissed you breathless and spread you open on this counter to eat your sweet pussy?”
Shit.
Her lips part.
I trap my lower lip between my teeth, then clear my throat. “I’m a work in progress. It will take some time.”
She chuckles.
It’s the first time she’s done that. She always held back her smiles and laughter around me, as if she were punishing me by keeping me away from her sunshine smiles.
I grip the bowl tightly in my hands, because right now all I want is to lift her, take her to my room, kiss her senseless, and then fuck her with my tongue, which she loves.We both know she loves that.
I look down at the bowl, away from her smiling face.Is there a limit to a man’s wants? I don’t think so. The moment I receive her care, a new hunger awakens—the hunger for her love. The moment I see her smile, I start craving her moans.
“You should leave,” my voice comes out strained.
She nods. “Good night.”
But she doesn’t move. She just keeps watching me.
I chuckle. “Move your ass, Angel, and don’t look at me with thosefuck meeyes unless you want me to do exactly that.”
Her pupils dilate further, a deep blush flooding her pale skin completely. This woman is tormenting me, and she does it in more ways than I ever imagined. When she’s away, it’storture. When she’s close, it’s a different kind oftorture.
I look away from her. “I told you, the gentleman isn’t refined yet.”
