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Fuck it. I’m only human.
I find myself climbing to my feet and stalking up behind her, moving with the SEAL quietness and fluidity that often meant the difference between life and death when I was overseas.
I pause when her scent begins to override that of the food, rising like an imploration inside of me, a jagged need that spikes and touches every part of me.
Closer, and closer, I move, and I see in the reflection of the steam and night shaded glass that she’s watching me.
Her eyes widen when I loop my hands around her waist, squeezing, savoring the feel of her body.
“Oh,” she whimpers cutely, wriggling against me, her ass cheeks brushing against my manhood.
Whether it’s by accident or intentional, I can’t tell. All I know is that the sensation has me all fucked up inside, my manhood going rock solid… well, even more, rock solid than it’s been since I stepped foot in here.
I lean down and brush my lips against her cheek from behind, pressing against her more firmly. She grips the edge of the counter and pushes back, even as her cheeks bloom shyly.
Now that I know she’s doing it on purpose my desire flames even fiercer.
I grab her—turn her.
I palm that meaty beautiful ass and I press her against me, my manhood brushing against her belly through my pants.
I can’t stop.
I don’t want to stop.
I lean down and push my lips against hers, feeling the texture of them, tasting their sweetness. She gasps, all muffled through the kiss, and I bury my hands in those ass cheeks, knowing I could spend fucking years just squeezing and massaging them, giving in to my every carnal impulse.
I slide my hands around over those sweet childbearing hips, but now all I can think about is what sensational handholds they make, fleshy and beautiful, made for gripping as I ram like the beast I am into her.
Smoothing my hand down her jeans, I hunger to feel the wetness between her legs.
To tease a goddamn river of wetness out of her.
She whimpers, gripping onto my shirt.
But just about when I’m going to touch her sex, she breaks the kiss.
“Wait,” she whispers.
I stop, withdrawing my hands slightly.
“What is it?” I ask.
“I just …”
Hesitation swims in her eyes, warring with the lust there. I can read it all, which is crazy since we met so recently.
But it doesn’t matter.
She’s a tapestry I’ll never stop being able to decipher, a code I’ll always be eager to crack.
Because she’s mine.
Her taste flurries around in my mouth.
“I don’t want dinner to be spoiled,” she says a moment later, even if we both know that’s not what she was originally going to say.
“Okay,” I say, leaning down and kissing her again briefly, a brush of shimmering lust blazing through both of us.
Then I step away and return to the table, inhaling the scent of Millie and the chili con carne.
Even if every primal instinct in me is roaring at me to take her, to dominate her, to make her ache and shiver with her release, I’ll never be one of those bastards who sulks when a lady needs more time.
And yet I can’t help but wonder why she wanted to stop when I could feel the desire in her, a mirror of my own.
I watch as she turns back to the chili con carne with a visible effort. In the reflection of the window, I see her licking her lips, as though tasting our kiss, reliving it.
Her tanginess swirls around me.
My manhood gives a pulse.
But for all that, dinner does smell goddamn incredible.Chapter EightMillieI dish out the chili con carne and the rice, my heartbeat still not calming down even though it’s been minutes since the kiss.
The way he grabbed me, the freaking animalism of it, as though there’s this crazy sexy beast inside of him just waiting to break out … It makes me shiver, despite the heat of the house and the steam in the kitchen.
I wanted to sink deeper into the kiss, to let his hand slide up between my legs and ply the pleasure there. I wanted to squirm against him, to drive the pleasure deeper, longer until my lust was off its leash and I was crying out with release.
But then what? a voice whispered inside of me. What happens when things go further and he finds out just how inexperienced you really are?
Markus sits at the table in his steel blue suit, the jacket hugging him snugly, outlining the shape of his powerful body beneath. He’s shaved and a light smirk plays on those oh-so-kissable lips as he watches me dish up the dinner, his savage eyes lingering on my ass more than once.
Despite the nerves rioting inside me, a flurry of celebration goes up to.
I have proof now.
He’s attracted to me.
