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“What’s so funny?” he asks, leaning in and kissing my neck.
“Nothing,” I say, while shivering under his assault, that’s moved from kissing to licking and gently biting the exposed skin he finds in his quest to excite me even more than I already am.
His stomach growls again and while I don’t want anything more than to be plastered against him, sweaty and satisfied, I need to take care of him.
“Let’s eat first,” I whisper against his lips, once I capture them with mine. I lean towards the table to grab a piece of cheesy toast and a small tomato. Then I place the bread in front of Gael, waiting for him to take a bite, and once he does I pull it back and take one myself.
I watch him chew and swallow, mesmerised by his Adam’s apple going up and down, making me want to feast on him instead of the food I prepared for us.
There’ll be time later, I promise myself.
Then, when he’s done, I present the small fruit for him to eat, and I’m jealous of it when his tongue comes out and caresses it. I stifle a moan so we don’t get carried away, but when the tip of his tongue licks my finger, I can’t avoid getting hard.
I look at Gael to find him looking at me with a lusty twinkle in his eye.
I smack his shoulder gently and then place the bread in front of him again. I raise my brows, challenging him to defy me.
He smirks, takes a bite, and then pulls me even closer until my ass is in full contact with his overly interested dick.
To stifle another moan, I take a bite of the cheesy goodness in my hand.
Gael’s guttural chuckle nearly has me coming in my pants, and it fills me with joy, because I’m the cause of his happiness. And that’s what I always wanted.
“If you behave and eat your dinner, I’ll reward you.”
“What kind of reward are we talking about?” he asks, his body ready to pounce.
I can read his intentions from a mile away, and it doesn’t have anything to do with the fact that his lust is palpable.
“Whatever you want,” I say, knowing full well that he’ll ask for sex.
“I want to make love to you.”
His words leave me speechless, and make my fears rear their ugly heads. What we have now is supposed to be for today. Only today.
Do I really want to play with my heart and my feelings?
“Cammy?” Gael’s voice penetrates through the fog of fear, regret, and irritation forming inside me.
He seems to know what I’m thinking because he’s quick to reassure me.
“I just . . . want to show you how much you mean to me.”
His words do the opposite, pushing me away from him, and filling my body with dread and longing. Because deep inside me, that’s what I’ve always wanted. I’ve always wanted to be loved by him, to be with him until we’re old and grey, but . . .
“Don’t push me away,” he says, searching my eyes. “Please.”
Please, it’s my undoing. Again.
I don’t reply, and instead, feed him again. We both know I’ll never push him away.
Once we’re done, I slide off him and stand. I don’t want to agree with words, because something I don’t want to say could slip out. Instead, I wait for him to stand as well.
He takes my hand and guides me to my room, as if we’d done this a thousand times.
My mind is the only thing rebelling against the situation, because my heart and my body can’t wait to be in his arms again. To have him inside me again. My mind instead worries about letting him get too close, about tomorrow, about him disappearing again.
My body and heart win, and I follow him as I would a rivulet of water in the desert, thirsty for another sip of him.
