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“It's quite a simple question.” He smirks when I don’t reply. “It doesn't require that much thought, really.”
“I am hungry.” I admit, finding my words.
I keep thinking about that kiss and how good his lips felt against mine and how much I want to pick up where that left off.
“Okay, then grab your bag and let's go.”
I don't have to be told twice. Jumping up, I throw my things in my bag and sling it over my shoulder, following him out the door.
“Where are we going?” I ask.
We make our way down the elevator to the parking lot. I follow him over to his car. He unlocks it, and I get inside, then he slides in to the driver’s seat. He grins at me.
“My place. I’m cooking you dinner.”
I burst out laughing. He looks slightly offended, so I shut my mouth.
“Oh…you’re serious?” I ask.
“Of course, I am,” he retorts. “It's how I unwind. Why do you sound so surprised about that?”
“I'm guess I’m surprised when any guy tells me he's cooking me dinner,” I admit.
“Does that happen often?” He narrows his eyes.
“For your information, no, it doesn't.” I flush.
“Good,” he says. I hide a smile. I like it when he gets possessive of me.I stand in the kitchen, leaning against the counter as I watch him prepare dinner. He looks up at me and smiles. I shiver and smile back at him. I'm not even hungry—probably because I feel sick just being here again. I can't stop thinking about that night on the balcony. I glance over to it and blush, remembering how I felt when I realized it was his place.
“What are you thinking about?” he asks.
I snap back to reality and look up at him. He’s staring at me, and the intense look in his eyes tells me he knows exactly what I was thinking about. I focus on the carrot he’s chopping rather than him and don't answer.
“Would it be completely inappropriate for me to tell you how good you looked standing on my balcony that night?” he murmurs. I slowly raise my eyes until I’m staring into his. The way he’s looking at me nearly enough to make me orgasm on its own. “I thought all my fucking dreams had come true.”
My heart pounds. I don't know how to respond to that. I open my mouth, but I can't seem to put my thoughts into words, because I have no idea what I'm thinking.
“Sorry,” he says, with a chuckle. “If I’m making you uncomfortable, we can talk about how much I enjoyed you kissing me yesterday, instead?”
“No,” I say with a little too much emphasis. “I mean…you’re not making me uncomfortable.” I glance down at the obvious erection showing through his pants. “Is that making you uncomfortable?” I ask boldly.
He lifts his eyebrows, chuckling as his eyes narrow. His eyes are full of such intensity that I feel naked when he looks at me. Without a word, he sets down the knife and slowly walks around the counter to where I stand. I can't breathe, but I hold my pose because I want this to be as much my show than his. I swallow, trying to calm my nerves, but it’s hopeless. He’s so close to me now, that I can smell his shampoo, and God, does it smell good. I grab the counter behind me for support as he moves even closer.
“Is this okay?” he murmurs.
I nod, because it’s all I can manage. He puts his hands on my hips and roughly pulls me toward him, pressing my body against his. My heart is pounding out of control as he cups my chin and presses his lips against mine, somehow managing to be both firm and gentle.
I sigh and curl my tongue around his while we kiss, his lips so soft and warm against mine. He digs the hem of my shirt out from the band of my skirt, creeping his fingers underneath, along my bare skin. I shiver, my nipples hardening against his touch.
“Oh,” I cry out. I laugh as he lifts me onto the counter, positioning himself between my legs. I feel his cock press against my panties and I smirk at how hard he is.
“Something funny?” he mutters.
Instead of waiting for an answer, he reaches behind me and clears space on the counter with the palm of his hand. Our dinner goes everywhere—all over the floor—but that's the last thing on his mind. He peels off my shirt, throwing it on the floor, then pushes my hair aside and kisses along my neck, until he reaches my breasts. He lowers my bra and closes his mouth around my nipple while I curl my legs around him, gently rocking myself against his erection.
I can’t believe this is happening.
With his eyes on mine, he unbuttons my skirt and tugs it down. I lift my ass off the counter to make it easier for him, biting my lip when he takes my panties off too. I sit naked on the edge of his counter, with him nestled between my legs, his hands everywhere all over me.
