“Wow, it smells great in here.”
Before he can get by me, I grab him by the waist and pull him in for a kiss that is consumed with heat and desire.
“Thanks, but don’t get your hopes up. I’m not much of a cook.” I say, walking over to the stove and checking the pasta.
“You and me both,” he finally says, slipping off his shoes.
“It’s almost done. I hope you like shrimp linguine? It’s like the one dish I know.”
“Let me guess, Beckett?”
“Yeah, he threatened to stop bringing home leftovers, unless I let him teach me how to make one meal… Please have a seat,” I say, gesturing to the small island countertop. “Can I get you something to drink?”
“Yes, thank you.” The corner of his mouth curves up in a smirk.
This man and his thank you’s. They are just as sincere as the first time.
I reach into the fridge and pull out a bottle of chenin blanc, followed by two wine glasses, placing them on the counter.
“I also know nothing about wine, so I asked Alexa. If the meal tastes bad, we can blame it on the wine pairing, and if that’s the case,” I lean in, whispering, “it’s Alexa’s fault.”
“Good thing I know about wine,” he looks around the room and talks louder, “and Alexa was right.” Giving me a thumbs up, like we just saved ourselves from a lifetime of her misinterpreting our words.
I can feel the grin on my face grow to an unspeakable size. Whether it comes across as creepy or sexy is no longer in my hands.
“Can I help with something?” he asks as I finally uncork the wine.
“Do you want to set the table? The plates are up there,” I say, pointing to the cabinet next to the fridge. “And the silverware is in the drawer by the sink.”
Spencer moves around to grab the plates. “You know, I have always loved this unit’s kitchen setup better than mine. It’s so much more open,” he says, as he grabs the plates and silverware like he is comfortable moving around the kitchen with me.
“It wouldn't be that difficult. I would leave the pillar, but you could knock down the hanging cabinets. You would lose a lot of storage, though.”
“Yeah, that’s true. I also wanted to add a pantry somewhere too. The place could use some upgrades.”
“I could help you, I mean, if you wanted. I’m pretty good with my hands.” Pouring the wine, I smirk at the double innuendo.
I feel Spencer’s body brush against me. “You areverygood with your hands,” he whispers close in my ear before coming in for a kiss. The sex he exudes in his confidence is a massive turn on and tonight his confidence is rock steady.
He devours every inch of my mouth, licking and sucking. My hands let go of the bottle and clutch his waist before sliding down and cupping his ass. Giving it a tight squeeze, I push his groin against mine, feeling his semi hard cock through his jeans. I breathe in his gasp the moment he feels my achingly hard cock grind against him.
The timer on the stove goes off, breaking the lust filled haze that seems to be a permanent fixture around us.
“That’s the bread,” I say, giving him one last peck on the cheek. “Can you grab the salad out of the fridge?”
Spencer gets the salad and places it on the table while I take the bread out, letting it cool as I drain the noodles and combine it with the sauce. It’s a good sign that everything smells mouth watering, if I do say so myself.
God, why am I so nervous?
I’m just having dinner with a guy I happen to like. Okay, a guy I happen to really, really like. But I rarely get nervous around other men. Then again, the other men weren’t Spencer. He is different. He’s not out to get anything. There is no game. He is smart and educated. He is a cute and sexy bookstore owner who I really want to get naked with.
I motion for him to have a seat in the chair in front of me. He tilts his head, knitting his brows together as a curious look flashes across his face. I laugh and grab his hand, pulling Spencer into the seat and pushing the chair in. Before I sit down, I kiss the top of his head. I may look like I grew up feral, but I have some manners.
“We should toast,” Spencer says, holding his wineglass in the air.
I grin foolishly. Clearing my throat, I raise mine.
“To following your dreams, meeting new friends and surrounding yourself with people who inspire you,” I say.
