I close my eyes and try to picture happiness. I just let the words flow as my mind forms an image. "I see a small space, nothing too big. Cozy. Intimate lighting and… mismatched furniture. A little bit of modern mixed with vintage. I see a coffee bar. Like the one at Mill's and shelves lined with mugs. I can see the customers that speak to us not like strangers but friends. Regulars that come not just because of your amazing food but because they feel safe in the space we have created for them."
Opening my eyes, I see his eye shinning. "I'll make that happen. For you."
I push him back by his shoulder, "It's just a fantasy, Ev. Nothing more."
"Not yet. But it will be. Trust me and I'll give you everything, Leo. That's my dream. You."
"You are insane." I notice now that he isn’t eating. He is just staring at me with stars in his eyes. “Why aren’t you eating?”
“I already ate, but I could still eat.” His voice lowers and his chin dips a little, giving me those sinful eyes. Holy cow, my heart beat sky rockets and I feel the flush crawl up my neck and paint my cheeks.
His gaze makes my body nervous, it hums with the need to do something, anything really. I get up and begin opening the walnut cabinets in search of something to make him.
“For what? I’m not the best cook, but I can make you something?” As I'm searching, his hands land on my hips, and he nuzzles then bites at my neck. I give a squeal and try to wiggle away.
“You, Leo. I'm hungry for you. Come here so I can lay you out and feast.”
Hello, heart-wings. Nice to see you fully awakened.
"I—I." I can't form words as he spins me in his arms and lifts so I am seated on the cold white marble of his kitchen island. The cold against my warm skin makes me shiver. As he pushes me back, gently moving his shirt up my body, he kisses along my hips and soft belly as he goes. Suddenly, my panties are now on the floor. Well how did those get there?
“Stay,” he growls then turns to the cabinet and pulls out a jar of honey and a spoon.
“What are you doing?”
He doesn’t answer.
He only smirks. Stupid fucking dimples. He could ask me to streak naked through Aurora High, and I would right now. Every fiber of my being wants to please him. Wants to obey.
He drizzles the honey across my belly, my breasts, my open thighs, then…my center.
“You’re going to make me all sticky!” I try to swat his hand away but he just chuckles.
“Oh, pretty bird. I’m going to make you very sticky. But not just with honey,” he says as he moves the jar of honey out of my reach.
Before I can respond, he bends over the kitchen island and licks up my stomach, following the trail of honey, then up to my breasts before sucking one into his mouth. I release a long moan and grip his silky blond hair in my hands. His warm tongue travels up my body, and in its wake, the cold air shocks my system and a gasp leaves my lips.
“That’s it, pretty bird. Let me hear you. Fill this entire fucking house with your songs.”
I close my eyes, relishing the feel of him, the smell, the taste. All of it. All him. I’m overwhelmed in all things him.
Then his warm tongue caresses my thighs, lapping up the sticky honey from atop my scars.
“Fuck, Leo.” He moans, then immediately runs the flat of his tongue from my opening back up to my most sensitive nerves then gives me a playful nip.
I yip in response and jerk my hips away. His arms wrap around my butt, his hands clasping on to my hips to hold me in place. “I don’t think so. You can’t run from me.”
Then he goes back in, mercilessly devouring me until I’m a writhing, sticky mess under his tongue.
“Everett,” I whine, a clear need coating my words.
“What do you want? Use your words.”
“I need to—I need—ugh, I hate you!”
The bastard just chuckles against my center. He runs his tongue across me again, but he avoids my most sensitive part, I need him to touch me there. I need something inside me. I need for him to stop being a tease. I need so much all at once.
“Come on, Leo. Let me hear you beg. Give me that voice. Give me those moans. Give it all to me, baby, and then I’ll give you what you want.”
