“I was, but I got sidetracked.”
“Yeah, I can see that,” Enos smirks.
“What the hell is smelling so damn good, ladies?” he asks, strolling to the fridge to grab a beer. “You want one?” he throws over his shoulder at me. I nod, not releasing my hold on my angel.
Shelby answers Enos’s question, but I’m not really paying attention. I’m distracted by how hard my dick is getting while my arms are around my woman. I drop a kiss to the side of her neck, inhaling her delicious scent.
“What do you want for dessert?” Rachel whispers back, turning in my arms to face me. She’s pinned between my body and the island. I stare down at her beautiful hazel eyes, getting lost in their depths. I lean next to her ear and lower my voice, because this is for her ears only.
“You,” I answer honestly. “I want to eat your sweet pussy and drink down your essence when you come. You okay with that, angel?” She jerks back, her eyes widening in shock at my bold, crude words. After a moment, she nods, and a smile ghosts over her face.
“I should have admitted I was running from the mob months ago,” she mutters, turning back to her task.
I frown, not sure I heard her correctly. I gently grip her wrist that’s holding the rather large chopping knife to still her movements. I don’t want to get stabbed if I piss her off by pushing too much.
“What was that, angel?” I question her. She looks over her shoulder at me, shaking her head.
“Nothing,” she answers, ignoring me, and she begins cutting the carrots. The only sound is the rhythmic clack of the knife. Three pairs of eyes are on us. I glare at them and get a round of chuckles in return. The room is suddenly empty, leaving us alone.
“Tell me what you meant by that comment,” I demand, easing the knife from her hand and urging her to face me. She turns, looking up at me so sincerely it burns.
“I said,” she begins, her voice stronger and louder, “I should have admitted I was running from the mob months ago.” She crosses her arms over her chest in a defensive position, but it only enhances her breasts, which are very distracting, but I force myself to look at her and stay focused. Her bottom lip protrudes in a pout. I just want to bite it.
“Yes, I agree, but why did you say that?” I probe, unable to figure out where this conversation is going. She studies me another minute before she rocks my world with her answer.
“If I’d known that’s all it would take for you to get your head out of your ass and notice me, I’d have done it a long fucking time ago,” she sasses. “I’ve been suffering for months wanting you. Taking care of the need myself hasn’t been satisfying. It would’ve been so much better with you, but you’re too damn stubborn.”
I’m at a loss of how to respond, so I just stare at her trying to get words from my brain to my mouth, but all the blood flow has headed south to my other head. Rachel’s hand pressing on my chin to close my mouth brings me out of my stupor.
“Angel,” I groan, pressing my pelvis into her body. “I’ve been suffering, too. Since the night you walked into Jay’s, I’ve had a hard-on for you.” A satisfied smirk comes over her adorable face before becoming very serious.
“Then why?” she asks, her voice laced with hurt. “Why have you avoided me and acted like I don’t exist?” She deserves to know the truth, but will my answers drive her away? Either way, I owe her the truth. She deserves someone better than me.
“I’m not good enough for you, angel,” I admit, brushing a lock of hair off her forehead and tucking it behind her ear. Admitting it causes my chest to ache, but I can’t lie to her. “Ican’t ever be what you deserve. You’re an angel. I’m a demon. There’s no way we could ever work.” She frowns up at me. It does nothing to detract from her beauty. It only enhances it, making this all the more difficult.
“I don’t believe that,” she says forcefully. “But even if I did, opposites attract, so your point has no merit. We could be amazing together if you’d only give me a chance to show you.” Her hands slide up my chest to my shoulders. They clasp around the back of my neck, tugging gently to pull me down for a kiss. I can’t resist.
She may have initiated this kiss, but I take control of it. I spear my tongue into her mouth and devour her. My hands slide down to cup her luscious ass cheeks, pulling our bodies as close together as possible. One or both of us groan. I’m so lost in the moment I’m not sure where it comes from, but it feeds the need I have for her.
Her hands roam over the back of my head before they move downward, burning a trail wherever she touches me. Our tongues dance around each other, caressing, teasing, and fueling our desires. My hands are roaming, too.
After squeezing her ass and pressing her belly into my erection, my right hand slides up to cup her breast. Kneading it until I can easily feel her nipple through the fabric. I’m so lost in her, in this moment, that I don’t hear footsteps approaching until it’s too late.
A throat clears and lifts the haze. We break the kiss, breathing heavily. I release her breast but keep my hands on her waist. Unable to let go, I drop my forehead to hers while our breaths mingle as we fight for control. Realizing I need her more than life itself is shocking, but holding her feels right.
Rachel’s cheeks are flushed, whether from embarrassment or from the kiss, I don’t know. Still, she makes no effort to pull away from me, which makes me feel ten feet tall.
“Sorry to break up the make out session,” Ricky says with a smirk, “but we are all starving, so could you take this to the bedroom while they get dinner ready? We’d all appreciate it.”
Rachel shoves against my chest. I reluctantly step back and give her room to turn around.
“I…it’s not…we’re not…” Rachel stutters, her face even more flushed than before. Ricky holds up his hand.
“Look, don’t be embarrassed,” he begins. “Nicky and I have known you had the hots for Rosco since the first time we met him. And I’ve seen the way he looks at you, like he wants to devour you.” Now I’m the one about to protest, but he continues, so I keep my mouth shut.
“I know you still think of us as kids, Rachel, but trust me when I tell you, Nicky nor I are inexperienced. We know what it’s like to have needs, desires, and not be able to act on them. Like I’ve said before, we know you put us first, instead of taking care of your needs. I’m just glad you guys finally figured it out.” He picks up a raw carrot and pops it in his mouth. “Now, can we finish dinner?”
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