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Chapter 9
Bella sat across from me at the oak table in the cabin and ate four slices of pizza. Four. I was downright impressed. It was like she hadn’t eaten in a week because she didn’t even hesitate between slices. She was chatting and laughing with me and eating without missing a beat.
“This is so good,” she sighed as she bit the end of the crust of her fourth piece. “God, I forgot how good pizza tastes.”
She was actually ahead of me. I was only on my third slice but I eyed her, curious. “Please don’t tell me it’s been eleven years since you’ve eaten pizza either. I can get how you might be able to avoid doughnuts for a decade, but pizza? It’s basically a food group.” I had decent eating habits, but I also worked out a lot and had a high metabolism, so pizza was definitely a part of my life I wasn’t willing to eliminate.
“Just six months. Wedding prep.” She licked her fingers and I was instantly reminded of her sucking my cock in the car.
Bella was a combination of sexy and sweet that I had just never encountered before and it was really doing it for me, no doubt about that. She never intended to be sexy, she just was. Her blow job wasn’t the best I’d ever had, but it was the most attentive. She had wanted to please me, and more important, she had wanted to please herself. It was the hottest thing in the world.
“Eat until you’re full,” I told her. “And if you want more, I’ll order another one.”
“I think I’m good for now,” she said. “But thank you. I didn’t eat much this week. I was having trouble swallowing.”
My eyebrows shot up. She never knew when she said something that could be taken as dirty. “Well that’s a shame. I was hoping to finish what you started in the car.”
Bella wiped her fingers on a napkin, then blotted her lips. “Oh, I’m fine now. I seem to be cured. I can swallow anything you want.”
Damn. She was just…everything. Perfect. Adorable. Fuckable.
I wondered how long realistically I had. Twenty-four hours? Maybe forty-eight tops? How many times could I take her before she was shoving me off her? I wanted to take full advantage of our limited isolation.
Before long her parents or her former fiancé or her sister were going to be storming the cabin, demanding answers and whisking her away. I had seen her phone, tucked in the side of her bag, and heard it buzz repeatedly with notifications. “I’m ready whenever you are,” I said, turning my chair so I was facing out and spread my legs. “Come here and kiss me.”
We hadn’t done enough of that. I had tasted her pussy more than I had her lips and I wanted to make out, like we had endless time and nowhere to be.
“Ew, no,” she said. “I have pizza breath.”
“So do I. What difference does it make?”
“It’s gross.” She sipped her soda and eyed me. “You won’t like it.”
The way her mind worked was a total fucking mystery to me. “You don’t know what I like and don’t like. Now get over here.”
She stood up, though she looked unconvinced. “What?” She hovered in front of me.
“I told you,” I said, pulling her down onto my lap. “I want a kiss.”
Some of her makeup had come off in the shower and I liked her like this—stripped down. More real. She had pulled off her fake eyelashes and didn’t blink as much now. She just perched delicately on my thighs and studied me. “You didn’t say the magic word.”
She had a cute sense of humor. Not dark, not dry. But sweet and silly. “I want a kiss, please. With sugar on top.”
Leaning forward, she bent closer to me. And closer. I shifted, anticipating her lips on mine.
Then she burped. Right in my face.
It was clearly an accident, and her eyes went wide and her cheeks turned red. I started laughing. I couldn’t help it. It was fucking hilarious.
“Oh my God!” she cried. She hit me on the shoulder. “It’s that stupid soda! I cannot believe I just did that. This is your fault for making me kiss you without brushing my teeth first.”
That just made me laugh harder. “How is this my fault? And who cares? Everyone burps. You already told me you do. It’s your special talent, remember?”
“Yeah, but not without warning and not in your face. I have pepperoni breath!”
She looked like she wanted to die a thousand deaths, which made me laugh even harder. I gave her a kiss, despite her squirming and protesting. “I don’t care, Bella.” I stood up, which made her shriek.
I had her under her ass and carried her to the bed and tossed her down unceremoniously. “I’m turned on by you. All the time. Nothing you do is going to change that. Doughnuts or pizza or burping or an irrational fear of water. I want you. Get over it.”
