Sighing, I headed for the kitchen and did the only thing I knew I could do—cook. Judy had mentioned a few days ago that Mal’s favorite food was friend chicken, although he didn’t eat it much anymore. I’d ordered all the ingredients to make it for him, it had just never felt like the right time.
Soon I had the chicken brining in the fridge while I got the dredge together.
Mal’s guitar was drowned out by the popping and snapping of the oil as I laid the first drumstick into the liquid. While the chicken fried, I popped some biscuits in the oven and stirred together a quick slaw Judy had given me the recipe for.
Ten minutes later, Mal wandered into the kitchen, clearly led by his nose. “Ma?”
That should probably feel like a compliment, but I still blanched. “Uh no. She went home, Mal. It’s just me.”
“That’s so weird. I swear I could smell her…fried chicken,” he finished weakly.
I turned to face him with the tongs in my hand. “Um, she gave me the recipe. It probably won’t taste exactly the same, but—ack!”
I broke off with a gasp as Mal swung his guitar behind him, bounded across the kitchen, and swept me up in his arms. Before I could blink, his lips were on mine, and he was kissing me passionately. The tongs fell to the floor with a clatter as I wrapped my arms around him and threaded my fingers in his hair.
He’d been so distant lately. We hadn’t had this much bodily contact since Fiji, and I realized how very much I’d missed this. Missed him.
He pivoted and walked me away from the stove, but I pulled away from his luscious lips with a gasp. “Can’t leave the oil on!”
He kept one hand on me while I quickly moved the frying pan off the burner, turned it off, and batted at the oven setting. Mal swept his guitar strap off and set his fancy looking guitar down amid the scraps of my cooking.
“Mal, is that—”
“Don’t care,” he mumbled as he pulled me back to him and kissed me again.
He kissed me as we staggered down the hallway to his bedroom. He kept kissing me as he picked me up and set me down on his bed.
I couldn’t really think. I just knew I loved how he kissed me.
His hand moved over me with an urgency, tugging at my dress. I should’ve changed after the service, but I’d been too blinded by my need to help him somehow. Between the long sleeves and the narrow collar, there wasn’t a lot of give.
“There’s a zipper in the back.” I sat up slightly to give him access, but he shook his head.
“No time,” he muttered just before he ripped my dress.
I couldn’t deny that at first I was seriously turned on. Having a man like Mal want me so much that he couldn’t bother with a zipper, made me seriously wet.
A beat later, I deflated slightly. I’d worked so hard on that dress. “Mal—”
“So sorry, baby.” His lips moved over my breast as he quickly thumbed the cup of my bra out of his way. “I’ll buy you another one.”
“But I didn’t…” The rest of my protest was lost as he pulled my nipple deep into his mouth and suckled so hard, I felt an answering pang between my legs. “Oh god.”
“Mmm,” Mal hummed. “I like it better when you call me Daddy.”
“Oh god. Mal. I don’t, I can’t…” I swear it’d only been three minutes, but I was already so close to coming, I couldn’t think, let alone speak coherently.
“Yeah, baby girl. You’re so fucking sweet. So fucking everything.” His nimble fingers dove under my panties and teased and petted my aching sex until I was hovering over the precipice. “Be a good girl, baby. Give me just a little more.”
His finger strummed my clit like a guitar string, and I lost it. Pleasure crashed through my body, and I wailed as I went over.
I was still shuddering from my climax when he thrusted inside me. My hands clutched at his black dress shirt as I wrapped my legs around his pant-clad waist. His zipper bit into my tender skin as he bottomed out. But I didn’t care. I was already climbing to another climax. He felt so good inside me. So hard. So big.
“Ah! Daddy, please. I can’t, please!” I gasped incoherently as my sex clenched around him.
He bottomed out again and twisted his hips. His pants rasped against my clit, and I screamed as I went over a second time.
My body was quaking as he thrusted one more time and gave a harsh cry.
