By the time I reached for the driver door, he beat me to it. The door opened and cool evening air rushed in.
I laughed softly. “Hey.”
He took my hand instead of answering first, pulling me up into a hug.
“Hey,” he said against me.
My heart was racing so fast it almost embarrassed me. A door opened and a hug shouldn’t feel like that. It shouldn’t feel intentional… chosen… like he was actually glad I came.
We pulled apart and he looked at me slowly from my face down to my shoes.
“You look beautiful.”
I glanced down at myself and gave him a look. “Boy, please.”
He laughed. “What? You do.”
“Thank you.”
All I had on was a fitted tee, ripped jeans, and my Chanel sneakers.
He motioned toward the door guiding us inside. “Have you ate?”
“A little earlier.”
“Good,” he said. “I just cooked.”
My eyebrows shot up. “Cooked what?”
He laughed, hands lifting in surrender. “Hold on now. I ain’t a chef. But I can do a little something.”
I smiled, hoping he didn’t take offense. “No, not like that. I just… don’t know many men who cook outside of grilling.”
In my mind, though, it hit different. A man taking weight off his woman was attractive in the best way. Coming homementally drained and dinner already handled? Clean kitchen? Peace waiting on you?
I don’t care how tired I am. I’m going to find the energy to fuck the shit out of him for that. That is top level foreplay.
He walked toward the kitchen. “Fried chicken and jambalaya.”
My stomach reacted before my mouth did.
“It smells good.”
“Thank you.”
He stepped closer and pulled me into another hug.
“Go sit,” he whispered in my ear. “I don’t want you drinking on an empty stomach.”
Before I could respond, his lips brushed lightly against the side of my neck landing with a full kiss.
18
Khloe
I was so full that my stomach was hurting a little, but I didn’t regret a single bite.
We were sitting at his kitchen island, laughing about something stupid. I don’t even remember what it was, but my cheeks hurt from smiling so hard. He had poured us another round of tequila shots, and I was already feeling the first two.
