I chuckled, took a seat at the table, and watched as she brought our plates.
“Did you make the bread?” I asked as she placed my dinner in front of me.
“Yeah.” Her cheeks flushed a brilliant pink. “I wanted to try it out. It’s different from the usual bread I make, so I hope it’s good.”
“I’m sure it is,” I said, digging in. I didn’t realize how hungry I was until the first forkful hit my tongue.
Then I was ravenous.
“Wow, this is incredible,” I said, staring in wonder at my food. Matteo was a hell of a cook, and he didn’t do it nearly enough anymore, but I knew Rosalie could give him a run for his money.
“Really?”
“Yes. It’s amazing.” I ate more, loving how she smiled at the compliment.
The dinner was a quiet affair, both of us too busy eating to say much of anything. And the bread? Phenomenal.
She finished her food, and I wasted no time getting up to clear her plate and put it in the dishwasher. She was definitely a thorough cook, and she had already cleaned up everything. I assumed she cleaned as she went. I liked that, but I’d have been fine with a mess because that meal had been worth it.
I went back to her and took her by the hand and led her to my couch, where I pulled her down onto my lap and kissed her a little. Along her jaw. Her neck. Her collarbone.
“I love this dress,” I murmured, cradling her face and bringing her to me to kiss. “Let me take you shopping for more of them tomorrow.”
I pressed my lips against hers, groaning softly as she parted her lips for me.
“Tell me yes,” I whispered against her lips.
“No,” she said, kissing me again.
“Why?”
We spoke between kisses.
“Mm, because I’d rather be doing this,” she answered, moving to straddle my lap.
Sexy little minx. Brave. Full of surprises. I loved it.
“Dirty girl,” I whispered against her lips as she rocked against my hard cock.
We hadn’t had sex since the first night. Seeing her crying after made me decide I needed to slow whatever this was down, but damn, she made it really fucking difficult.
She moaned softly as I tightened my hold on her waist, dragging her faster against my cock. It was a good thing I was in pants because I’d have said fuck it and speared her hot, tight pussy already.
The cotton allowed me to move a little slower.
“You going to come for me?” I asked breathlessly, loving this beautiful creature, who was going to come just because she was rubbing against me. I hadn’t fucking dry humped a woman since I was a young man, but I’d do it every damn day if she wanted it.
She answered by moaning softly, her body trembling as she came for me.
A fucking masterpiece.
“There you go, hummingbird. Keep going for me. Come for me. Just like that. Yeah, baby,” I husked out as she whimpered, her body shaking harder as another orgasm crashed into her.
I loved how she came. Her breasts would flush pink. Her small body would shake. Her breathing would pick up until that sexy as hell moan slipped past her lips. She wasn’t just getting off, she was painting an entire fucking world for me.
Truly, a masterpiece.
She sagged against me a moment later. I wasted no time holding her back, peppering more kisses against her skin. I did not plan on having sex. I wanted to wait a little longer so she could adjust a bit more. Going at her pace was my goal despite my desire to have her again.
