And when he licks, slow and hot, over the seam of my lips for a second time? I don’t even have to part them on purpose. Ohh no, they open all on their own.
Next thing I know, his tongue strokes along the length of mine, and I let out an honest to god moan, not faked or for anyone’s benefit but my own.
Fucking hell—
“Sunshine,” I pant out when he pulls back—fartoo soon in my opinion. His chest is heaving and those lips of his that have just officially become my favorite obsession are trembling slightly. “That was…” I trail off, my head spinning and my own lips tingling with the memory of his touch.
“Yeah,” he rasps, “it was.”
He gives his head a small shake, like he’s trying to clear his brain. There’s a totally-out-of-it little smile spreading across his parted lips, and his glassy eyes are more black than grey-blue, all swallowed up by his pupils.
Shit, if he looks so totally wrecked already, how’s he gonna look later, all fucked out and cum drunk? My cock gives a hardkick against my jeans, making me bite back another moan.
“Let me—” He takes a step back, reaching toward the doorknob with his key.
Oh fuck yes, sunshine. Anything you want—
“Let me make you dinner?”
Oh.
Well damn.
And it’s not just thetotaldisappointment of the fact that Jesse’slet mewasn’t the dirty request I was hoping for. I have to admit to someseriousmistrust at his actual question, remembering back to the contents of his cupboards. Honestly, from what I saw this morning, the guy’s food selection looked about as good as his wardrobe.
For some reason though, the fact that I’m pretty sure accepting would mean dooming myself to whatever the dinner equivalent of plain oatmeal is doesn’t stop my stomach from going all swoopy at the idea of Jesse cooking for me.
Damn this guy is sweet.
Still doesn’t mean I’m not legitimately crushed that he wasn’t asking me to let him fuck me into his mattress until I couldn’t walk tomorrow…
“You don’t think I can cook, do you.” Jesse turns and points an accusing finger at me as he pushes open the door. The teasing smile that spreads across his face, lighting up his eyes, douses any worry his words might have sparked.
“I dunno,” I smirk, giving him a soft bump with my hip on my way through the door he’s now holding open for me. “I think I’m gonna have to have a taste before I’ll be willing to make any guesses about how good you are.”
Even Jesse’s ears go scarlet as he pulls the door shut behind him.
“You want some help with anything?” I ask over the noise of him pulling a couple pots and a baking sheet out of a floor level cupboard. Getting down there’s got him all bent over, khakis stretched tight, leaving me with a perfect view of his ass and the backs of his thick, straight-up mouthwatering thighs.
Straightening up, he shakes his head, looking back at me with an unblushing smile that tells me that he’s totally oblivious to how I was just checking him out. Really, the guy hasno ideawhat he does to me.
“I’m making dinner for you. Sit down and relax. Or,” his smile widens, “better yet, I bet you didn’t get a chance for that bath you’d wanted earlier. Do you want to go take one now?”
Ooh, and there’s that blush again. Just as scorching hot and sexy as it had been this morning when I’d oh-so-casually told him how much Ilovebaths and howtragicit is that my apartment only has a shower.
It’salmostenough to make me ignore that fluttery swoop of butterflies that his sweetness always gives me.
I swear I canfeelJesse’s eyes burning a hole through the back of my jeans as I saunter off to the bathroom. Damn, but it takes all I have not to turn back and let him know I know he’s staring.
Instead, I make sure to take my sweet time, giving him plenty of a chance to get agoodlook before I finally shoot him a grin back over my shoulder when I stop at the bathroom door. And if the way he tries to make it look like he was in the middle of pulling a cutting board out of the cupboard, rather than checking me out, isn’t the most adorable thing ever, I’m really not sure what is.
Too fucking cute, sunshine.
“You know, you’re welcome to join me, right?” I tilt my head to the side, leaning against the doorframe, innocent as can be. Like I’m inviting him to tag along for a grocery run instead of trying to coax him into some certain to be hot-as-fuck, sexy bath time.
It’s not like I’m actually expecting him to take me up on the offer. Even after thathellahot kiss just now, I can’t help thinking it seems like he wants to take things slow. Slower than I would if it were up to me, that’s for sure.
And of course I’m not trying to pressure him or some fucked-up shit like that. But honestly, who can blame me for having just alittlefun? The guy’s scorching blushes are justtoogood to resist.
