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“My pleasure.” She hadn’t even touched her wine, so I drained my glass and took hers and raised it to my lips. “You’re not drinking?”
Bella shook her head and gave me a funny look. “No. I’ve been gaining a lot of weight.”
She was getting serious about this counting calories shit. I had a feeling she wouldn’t touch the cupcake either.
I stood up and unceremoniously dumped all the dishes in the sink. “I’ll do those later.”
“We should at least rinse them.”
“Fuck ’em.” I turned and did what I had been wanting to do for over a month. Even when I had been pretending I was cool, it didn’t matter. I was a fucking liar. She had me. Ensnared me in her sexy little net. I pulled her into my arms. “Come here.” I went to kiss her.
She turned her head. “I have salmon breath.”
That had me pausing. “Okay, we need to talk about you thinking you need to be some plastic perfection all the time. I have salmon breath right now too. Like who the fuck cares? If you can’t ever kiss unless you’ve brushed your teeth first, you’re missing out on a lot of kisses. Am I right?” Not to mention her whole thing that sex could not occur without a shower first. I thought I’d broken her of that misconception, but it seemed I still had work to do.
She took a deep breath. “You’re right. It’s just…training. If that makes sense.”
I cupped her cheeks. “If you’re talking about Bradley and your years with him, I would say I get it, it’s habit. But, princess, you need to stop and really think about that. The man was fucking strangers in dirty bar bathrooms. I don’t think his expectations for cleanliness were very high. Maybe it was a way to control you, sweetheart.”
Bella looked shocked, but she nodded. “Oh my God, you’re right. I seriously never thought about it that way. It wasn’t about keeping me on a pedestal, his perfect wife. It was about control. But I also have to admit, I created that expectation. I wanted to be perfect. Does that make sense?”
“Totally.” I wasn’t known for being the most patient of guys, but I swore if I had to kiss her a thousand times a day to break her of his so-called training, I would. Bella deserved a little sexual freedom. Or a lot. “Now kiss me before I start to think you are really here for the free food.”
She laughed softly. “As if.” She took a deep breath and let it out in a sigh. Then she studied me, her expression vulnerable.
Her dark eyes were filled with anxiety, but also desire. And maybe appreciation. I was pretty damn sure she was falling for me the way I was falling for her. I was breaking all my own rules for her.
Bella closed her eyes. I took the opportunity to softly kiss first one delicate eyelid, then the other. I kissed her temples, ran my lips over her cheekbones. I flicked my tongue over the lobe of her ear, enjoying the shiver she gave in my arms. Then I kissed the corner of her mouth. Then the other corner. Before finally taking her lips with mine. By then she was pliant, her head falling back, her sweet sighs music to my ears.
I kissed her over and over, until our lips were swollen and she was eagerly opening them for me to tease my tongue inside.
She seemed to have forgotten about oral hygiene, lost in the moment. As she should be. As I was. Bella didn’t seem to understand how sensual the most simple things could be. For all her focus on her looks, she didn’t grasp the intimacy of touch. I loved running my hands down her shoulders, just a whisper of my callused fingers on her soft tanned flesh, watching goosebumps appear in my wake. I loved watching her tits rise and fall with her increased breathing. As I brushed the palm of my hand over her nipples, they tightened for me. I kept kissing her. Over and over. Until there was nothing but her and me and our bodies questing and teasing against each other.
I wasn’t entirely sure how to get her out of that romper and I felt around her back for a zipper, but there wasn’t anything. So I just slipped the straps over her shoulders and let them drop. The front of her romper got caught on her full chest, so I shoved it past and nearly swore. She was wearing a strapless bra, but it was no match for her fuller chest. God bless her falling off her insane diet. I cupped one breast, then the other, giving a groan.
“Damn, Bella, you feel amazing.”
“Take my bra off,” she urged, gripping my shoulders firmly.
“Gladly.” Sliding around to her back, I found the clasp and undid it. Her tits tumbled out and I bent my head, unable to wait another second to feel her nipple. I drew one into my mouth and sucked the tight bud. The soft cry she gave was almost as satisfying as the taste.
I took my time, sucking and licking her thoroughly before moving on to the other one. Her nails dug harder into my T-shirt and her head had lolled back, her mouth open on a soft, continuous moan.
“Do something,” she demanded.
“I am. I’m driving you crazy.”
She was shifting restlessly. “Well, stop.”
Then she surprised me by reaching down and sliding her hand over my hard cock. Bella was definitely loosening up and I wanted to see how far I could push her. Her bra was trapped between our bodies and I leaned back slightly so it would fall to the floor. Her hand followed. She clearly didn’t want to let go of my cock, which was hot as hell.
“Take my shirt off,” I told her, raising my arms. I could do it myself but I wanted her to own this.
Bella didn’t hesitate. She tore it off.
Hell, at that minute she owned me.
