I simply nod. “I shouldn’t?”
“You definitely should.” He hauls me up. “But if we’re going raw, I don’t want it to be some two-cent fuck in the dirt.”
“Oh? That doesn’t sound so bad to me.”
“Lemon,” Kam scoffs amused. “We can roll around in the mud tomorrow. Tonight, I want dinner, then dessert, and then you.”
“In that exact order?” I rub up against him.
He inhales a collective breath. “Yes.”
“Fine.” I can hold out if he can.
I think.
“Good.” He smiles boldly. “Now get in the kitchen and start cooking, woman.”
“What!”My voice elevates three octaves as Kam takes off toward the house, laughing.“You better run!”
I spoon a serving of lemon chicken onto each of our plates and have chocolate chip cookies baking in the oven. Kam said he wanted dinner and dessert before me, so I’m giving him exactly what he asked for—while wearing nothing but one of his T-shirts. No bra, no panties, no nothing. He’s watched me cook like a starving animal for the last hour, and I know he’s craving more than just food. We both are.
I place the plates on the small kitchen table and go to take a seat when Kam tugs on my arm. “Where are you going?”
“Um, to sit.” I point at my chair.
He shakes his head. “You sit with me.” He pulls me onto his lap. This is hazardous on so many levels, but I love it. Kam cuts up all the chicken and asparagus on his plate, then proceeds to start feeding me and himself, alternating forkfuls of food back and forth between the two of us. The simple dinner I expected has turned into something flirtatious and playful.
“Kam.” I giggle as he teases me with the food, pulling the fork back just as I go to take a bite. He’s getting way too much enjoyment out of seeing me squirm.
The timer dings on the oven, alerting me the cookies are done. If he wants to tease, then I can tease.
I slip on the oven mitts and bend over provocatively as I pull the cookie sheet out, giving him an eyeful while he sits at the table.
“Shit, Lemon,” I hear him mutter. I smile to myself. By the time I place the cookies on the stove and remove the heat-resistant gloves, Kam has me by the waist with his face buried in the nape of my neck.
“I think I’m done with dinner.”
“What about dessert?”
“You are dessert.” He spins me around and kisses me forcefully. I have no problem being dessert, especially if Kam is the one indulging in me. “Bedroom, now.” He starts to back me out of the kitchen.
“Your celebrity status has made you very bossy,” I quip.
“It has nothing to do with my celebrity status,” he says between eager kisses.
“What does it have to do with, then?” I ask as he pushes me down onto the mattress.
“The fact that I want every inch of your body all to myself. Right. Now.” He pulls off his T-shirt and I nearly expire. I know we had sex already, and it was, well, words can barely describe it. But it was so fast and furious, I didn’t get a chance to take him all in. Now that we are taking our time, relatively, I get to appreciate one of my favorite things about Kam—his abs.And all I can say is holy mother. Kam has always had an incredible body—tall, lean, and muscled—but the person standing in front of me now is a transformed man. He’s double the size he was in high school, his shoulders are broader, his arms are bigger, and his stomach is shredded. I think I might be drooling.
“Like what you see, Lemon?” Kam asks as he crawls on top of me completely naked.
How do I answer without my voice cracking?
I nod zealously.
“Good, because I like what I see, too.” He yanks my T-shirt up and over my head.
I hand myself over to Kam as he explores my body with his mouth. He takes his time tracing the curves of my hips and the dip of my stomach. I know there should be foreplay, and I’m all for taking whatever pleasure Kam has to give me, but right now, this second, I just want him. I couldn’t be more aroused or more ready.
