He frowned. “Sorry about that.” Mouse hopped off the couch for some pets then Dutch came up behind me, caging me against the counter with a hand on either side of me. “I would have helped.” He grazed my neck with his teeth.
I dropped my chin to my chest. “I didn’t mind.”
He slipped one hand down my back and into the stretchy gap of my dress. He drew the tips of his fingers along my side and up my ribs to cup my breast. “What kind of pizza are we having?”
I leaned against him, the block of mozzarella forgotten on the cutting board. “Hmm?”
“What kind of pizza?” He punctuated each word with a light tug on my nipple.
“Two options.”
“I like options.” He licked up my neck to nip the lobe of my ear.
“White pizza with...” I trailed off as he cupped the underside of my breast, his thumb softly stroking under the tight tip. “Broccoli.”
His flicked the strap off my shoulder, baring my other breast to the air as he lifted the other to brush against the material. The combination of hot and cold left my pussy pulsing.
I gripped the counter.
He withdrew his hand from my dress and bunched the material up with a groan. “Nothing under here?”
I shook my head.
“You’re going to be the death of me, Phoebe.”
I huffed out a laugh, then a groan as he crouched behind me and lifted the rest of the dress up. “Be a good girl and hold on.”
“Dutch—” I gasped as he tipped me forward and licked me from the back. The shredder clattered to the side as I looked for something to hold on to.
“On your toes. Hips forward.”
I grabbed the front of the cabinet as his tongue snaked inside of me and stroked lightly then more forcefully. Wet sounds filled the room as the record finished and there was nothing but the sounds of his tongue and how quickly he got me to the edge. The rasp of his beard against my inner thigh added to the friction and the sunlit room went fuzzy as I went up and over in a flash.
“Fuck.” I slapped cabinet as I tried to stay on my toes.
He stood, turning my head to delve into my mouth, and my taste mixed with his. His fingers thrust inside me to ride the last tremors of my release. “I needed to work up an appetite,” he said against my mouth.
I groaned as I swayed against him. “Anytime.”
He laughed into the kiss, then slipped away to wash his hands. “Can I help?”
I blew out a breath. “Yeah. I’ll get the dough…um spread out.” My brain booting back up. Holy crap. I cleared my throat. “You can finish up the cheese.”
“On it.”
He nudged me aside, lifting the strap of my dress to cover my breast. “Can’t be distracted.” He palmed my ass. “Bad enough that I know what’s under there. Thought it was the perfect appetizer.”
“You’re terrible.”
His lips tipped up at the corner in a smirk, but said nothing.
We got the fixings together in companionable silence. When it was ready for the oven, I nodded to the record player. “How about you put on a record and open some wine?”
“I can do that.” He opened the wine first, then spent some time thumbing through my collection. “Your records are just as eclectic as your studio.”
“Yeah, I tend to find random stuff at swaps and flea markets. I like to paint on old windows so I’m always on the lookout.”
“Is that so?”
