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I handed her the remote and got busy with the fire. Her eyes followed my every move and fuck it was turning me on. Once I got the fire roaring, I tossed her a wink. “Sit tight. Dinner is coming up.”

I spent an hour cooking an elaborate meal with a salad to start followed by chicken Alfredo and a strawberry cheesecake for dessert.

We stuffed ourselves full of food and we talked about our childhoods, how different mine was with no siblings and only my grandmother around, compared to her large one.

After dinner we sat in front of the fire and fed each other bites of cheesecake while making a mess at the same time. I'd never laughed so hard before.

Everything was so right with her, the conversation flowing like two old friends, and with soft playing music in the background, I asked her to dance in front of the fire.

I took her in my arms, and we swayed gently to the low notes. Giada took the lead, pressing herself against me until our bodies melted into one.

I buried my nose in her air and committed her sweet scent to memory. And with one finger hooked under her chin, I lifted her face towards mine and kissed her.

CHAPTER FIVE

Giada

My mind went blank when his lips touched mine, my heart exploding in my chest. I thought of this moment all day and it was happening and better than I could've ever imagined.

Bowen coaxed me gently to deepen the kiss and I took his guidance, opening my mouth to his, his tongue slipping inside and wrapping around mine.

We kissed and danced in front of the glowing fire and when Bowen took my hand in his and led me to the couch, he sat down first and pulled me into his lap, my legs resting on one side.

Our kisses intensified, our hands slowly roaming around.

It was soon. Too soon to probably be doing this but I couldn't hold off a minute longer. I wanted him so badly. I wanted to feel him inside me. And I wanted it now.

My fingers trailed over his muscles, the taut skin, the ridges and bumps, each one unique to him.

His eyes bore into mine, desperate and needy, and my skin burned. He dipped his head low and pressed his mouth against me, sending my mind into a tailspin.

“I need to touch you, pussy cat.” Bowen’s hot breath landed on my neck and goosebumps broke out over my skin.

I squeezed my thighs together, the ache growing. My fingers dug into his muscles and before I could even blink, Bowen moved his mouth to mine, drowning me in his kisses as I slipped further under his spell.

His hands moved over my shirt, up my back and around the front, grasping both breasts in his hands as low groans escaped his throat. He massaged them as he kissed me, the heat between us exploding.

Bowen broke the kiss and slipped my shirt off over my head and then my tank top, leaving me in only my bra. He whistled as he looked at me before sliding out beneath my lap and standing quickly. He removed his T-shirt and belt, leaving his jeans unbuttoned but not unzipped.

Then he got to his knees in front of me. His damn knees. My body froze as his large hands gripped the fleshy meat of my thighs and turned me to face him. He winked before kissing me softly, his kisses trailing downwards and when he reached my breasts, he unhooked my bra and watched in delight as the heavy mounds tumbled forward. He groaned before kissing between my chest and massaging both breasts with his palms, rubbing back and forth over my nipples.

“God, you feel so good,” I muttered my shyness ebbing away as the freaky side emerged. My fingers dug into his shoulders and when his mouth took one of my nipples and sucked, I cried out in pleasure.

His hands moved lower as his mouth devoured my breasts and when he reached the top of my leggings he yanked them down, helping me to lift my hips up. He pulled them off the rest of the way while watching me intently.

When he licked his lips, I nearly lost my damn mine. Every part of my body aches for him in the most desperate needy way.

Bowen tossed my leggings over his shoulder and spread my legs open with both hands. A low growl erupted from his throat. “Oh pussy cat. You're so fucking beautiful.”

He leaned in and inhaled. But I didn't shy away. Instead I grasped his head with both hands and guided him lower. He chuckled low and deep before pressing his face against the silk fabric. When he inhaled again, I shivered.

“I want to taste you in my bed, pussy cat.”

In a second he was on his feet and lifting me in his arms. He carried me in his arms like a bride to his bedroom and laid me down carefully in the middle of his large king size bed. He winked at me as he slid off his jeans, kicking them to the side.

Bowen’s large erection pressed against the material of his boxers and I gulped. The man was huge.

My eyes shot up to his and he smirked. “Don't worry I'll go easy pussy cat.”