“Plenty of time.” She could go home and spruce herself up. “I’ll bring dinner. Are you feeling like anything?”
“No, you know I’m good with anything.” Mike wasn’t a picky eater; he’d eat anything you put in front of him. Even her rare recipe disasters he’d eaten with a smile on his face.
They arrived at her building. “Alright, I’ll surprise you.” She already knew exactly what she’d make. Her spaghetti. Mike loved it and almost ate the whole thing on his own the last time she made it. “See you tonight.” She rose on tippy toes to kiss him before heading inside. Once again, the day couldn’t go fast enough for her.
Chapter 20
Mike pushed back his plate, feeling stuffed. As usual, he ate too much of Destiny’s spaghetti. It wasn’t his fault it was so good. Hell, almost everything she made was good, but there was something about her spaghetti. One helping was never enough. Or three in this case. He asked her to make it at his apartment once so he could find out what her secret was, but she refused. ‘Family recipe’ she called it. Which meant she learned it from Edna.
“That was good, as usual.”
“Thank you. I thought about bringing dessert, but I figured you would eat too much food and not get to it,” she teased, running her finger over the top of her wine glass.
Oh, he wanted dessert, but not the pastry kind.
His gaze raked over her, feeling his dick swell. She wore a pale blue summer dress that showed off just the top swells of her breasts, giving him a teasing glance of them. Only he already knew what they looked like, felt like, tasted like. Fuck now his pants were really uncomfortable.
“You do know my weakness for your spaghetti,” he said trying to distract himself from the way Destiny’s curly hair was draped down one shoulder. Curling around one breast. Hair he wanted to fist as she rode his cock. “You did the hard work. I’ll clear the plates.” He needed physical distance. Before he went caveman and swiped his arm across the table knocking everything off and throwing her down on it as he pounded away inside of her until they both climaxed. That would just scare her. Gentle, she deserved a gentle lover. He may be a giant, but that didn’t make him ruthless.
He was up and out of his chair, not waiting for a response, keeping his erection out of sight.
“Mike, are you okay?” Destiny sounded concerned as she followed him into the kitchen.
“Of course, why?” He kept his back to her. If he turned around, he wouldn’t be held accountable for his actions. Now that he’d had Destiny, she was like a drug and he couldn’t get enough of her. He wanted to make love to her constantly. All day he’d been thinking about it. It was worse now having her in his place.
“You seem tense.”
You have no idea.
“Sorry, I’ve had a lot on my mind.”You.
“The breach?”
Sex.
“Yes.”
“Oh, Mike.” Her arms wrapped around his waist interlocking over his stomach, her chest pressed tightly against his back. It was torture. Exquisite torture. “I wish there was something I could do to help.”
She was just by being with him. He may not be able to tell her what was on his mind, but it helped having someone there supporting him. He didn’t realize how much he wanted that until he had it. He’d seen the guys talk to their girlfriends, but he didn’t see how crucial they were until he had Destiny.
“You already are,” he admitted, placing his hand over hers before rubbing her arm. They stood like that for several moments before that uncomfortable press in his pants became more prominent. His jeans were strangling his poor cock.
His hands turned into fists, and he almost dropped the plate when Destiny’s right hand slid down to the top of his pants. He barely moved as he waited to see what she’d do next. He felt a pressure at his back then again on another spot. She was kissing him. His resolve was crumbling. He was seconds from tossing her on the counter. She needed to walk away. Maybe if he excused himself to the bathroom and rubbed one out it would alleviate the pressure. “Why don’t you start a movie. I’ll finish up here and I’ll meet you out there.”
“I don’t want to watch a movie.”
She was killing him. Insurgents didn’t have anything on this woman. She was deadlier than a sniper. To prove that point her hand slid down to cover his groin.
“And I don’t think you do either.” He caught the humor in her voice as she stroked over him. One more stroke and he would break. No, he couldn’t allow that.
He pulled her hand away and pushed his hips into the counter so she couldn’t reach him again. “We have to stop.”
“Why?” He hated hearing the hurt in her voice. Against his better judgment he turned to face her. His heart broke seeing the hurt in her eyes, the rejection. “You don’t want me anymore?” she asked, though not expecting an answer, as she stepped back.
Shit, she’d told him before men had rejected her after they’d made love. Only wanting something from her. She thought he was pushing her away because he didn’t want her anymore when that couldn’t be further from the truth.
He gripped her arms so she couldn’t retreat even though he had been trying to send her away. He was trying to do the right thing when all he did was hurt her. “I want you more than my next breath.” He couldn’t lie about that. “I’ve wanted you since the moment I saw you with Carol in the hospital and it only grew like a fever the more I got to know you. And after making love to you yesterday and this morning, it’s taking everything I have not to toss you up on the counter and fuck you like a wild animal and that’s why I’m stopping us.”
