Teddy grabs the recipe card from the table, but I pluck it from his hands. “I’ve got this. Trust me.”
“Lead the way, captain.”
The next hour is spent in laughter as Iattemptto teach Teddy how to cook. Cannoli first, then on to the gnocchi. He’s terrible, but his effort and determination are so endearing. Everything I learn about him makes me fall for him harder.
My heart doesn’t seem to realize that we’ve only known each other for a couple of weeks. She hangs on his every word, his every action, and begs me to give in to the madness. Her pleas are relentless for me to surrender myself to him entirely, so that she might finally know if this life she beats for is worth living after all.
Teddy pours the cream over our gnocchi and turns from the skillet. There’s a hunger in his gaze, and I know as he looks me up and down that it’s not for the dish we’ve been preparing. Like a predator who’s just spotted his prey, he stalks to where I’m sitting on a clean portion of the counter and stands over me, boxing me in his arms.
“Ellie…” he purrs, staring so deep into my eyes that I swear he must be able to see my soul. He opens his mouth, and I wait for him to finish his statement, but he brings his lips to mine instead. The fire in his kiss burns as our bodies melt into each other. I’m so lost in this man that I don’t realize he’s joined me on the counter and pulled me onto his lap to straddle him until his erection rubs against my clit, sending a spike of pleasure straight to my core.
I squeal involuntarily, causing him to finally break our connection. He refuses my attempts to reclaim our kiss, and the smirk on his face tells me that he might know exactly what effect he’s had on me.
“Uh-uh. Why did you squeak? I won’t give you what you want unless you tell me, baby.”
The endearment makes my eyes flutter. “Youbrushedmyclit,” I whisper, barely audible over the sounds of our breathing.
“What was that? I didn’t quite hear you.”
Holy shit, the way he’s looking at me and talking to me has me practically drooling. I’m not sure where my sweet and shy Teddy went, but I’m certainly not complaining.
This time, I’m loud and clear, driven by frustration and need. “You brushed my clit! You brushed my clit, and you’re so huge and hot and nice, and it’s been a long time since anything that I wasn’t controlling touched it, and I squeaked!”
“Is that where I brushed you, Ellie? Right.There?”
A strained whimper is my only response, and he thrusts up against me.
“Come on, sweet girl. I can’t give you what you need unless you tell me. Do you want to get off on my thigh, or do you want me to touch you?”
My eyes snap open, and Teddy must see when I look to the right, where the door is. I forgot we’re technically in a public kitchen.
“Thigh it is, then.” He pulls my legs around his waist and keeps me firmly in his lap. There’s no hiding his erection, throbbing down his right pants leg. I can tell even through the fabric that he’s no small man.
He captures my lips again, tugging at my lower lip until it’s tender, then demanding entry with his tongue. I open for him immediately so he can at least be inside me in some way. His hands trail across every inch of me that he can reach, around my shoulders, down my back, and to my thighs, where he pulls my dress up.
“Teddy, I don’t—”
“I won’t touch you, baby. I just want you to have enough friction for this next part, that’s all. Not that I wouldn’t mind a look. Did you wear anything underneath that you thought I might see?”
Sensing his desperation, I regain enough brainpower to smirk, just a bit. “You can look for yourself and find out.”
As I lean back, hands on my knees, he finally pulls my skirt up and around my waist. “Fuck,Ellie. Did you come here tonight with the intention of murdering me?”
“Murdering you would be counterproductive to the increasing number of plans I have for you,” I rasp, reveling in his approving gaze. I love matching lingerie sets, and the sheer thong with little black roses felt perfect for tonight, even if I didn’t necessarily expect him to see it.
He lets my dress fall back down around our hips but keeps one hand on my thigh, squeezing and letting me know who’s in control. With his other, he wraps my braid around his fist and gently pulls until I’m leaning back again on my knees.
“Who did you buy those tiny panties for, baby?”
My hips start to find a rhythm as I grind against his cock. “Just for me. I like to match, and I like to feel sexy. Even if nobody else sees them.”
Squeezing my thigh, he pulls me closer by my braid and stops my lies with another hot kiss, trailing down my neck, stopping to bite the junction of my shoulder. As I pick up my pace, he moves both hands to my hips to help me.
“They’re for my eyes, now, aren’t they, sweetheart? You’re gonna get yourself off right here in this kitchen just by grinding your little clit on my cock, and I’m going to think about thesetiny fucking pantiesfor the rest of my life. You have to come, Ellie, or I’m not gonna be able to keep myself out of you. We’ll go to jail for public indecency. They’ll shut down Mimi’s for being a sex den. I know you have one in you waiting to explode, baby. Let me see it. Please.”
His plea, and one last, hard upward thrust are all it takes for me to shudder and let out a low, intoxicating moan as I find release. Pulling me into a tight hug, he crushes me to his chest and waits for our breaths to slow. I lean back to face him, and I’m sure he can see the mischief in my eyes.
“That was amazing,” I breathe, leaning in for a soft peck of his lips. “Do you think you could get me off again?”
