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CHAPTER40
Katie watched in awe as this man tossed together a delicious supper with what looked like leftovers from his fridge. He’d pulled out some chopped steak, an avocado, a soft white cheese, some beans and rice, and made the most delicious burritos she’d ever wrapped her mouth around.
It was awesome seeing him so domesticated. After their experiences online, then their time in Honduras, Katie honestly didn’t think the man could cook. In Honduras, Abuela had brought him food every day, so she’d just assumed he was useless in the kitchen.
In fact, it was so shocking, she brought it up while they ate.
“I didn’t know you could cook.”
A grin lifted his lips. “Surprised?”
“Yeah, a little. I mean, I know it’s the twenty-first century and all, but I just never saw it,” she admitted, embarrassed.
“Mom cooked all the time when I was growing up, and I helped because I wanted to eat sooner.” He shrugged. “I picked up some things.”
“What kinds of stuff did she cook?”
“She made cheese. That was her specialty. All the neighborhood women would come to buy her queso fresco and Cuajada.” He pointed to the soft white cheese that was super mild on the table.
“You made that?”
He blushed, and Katie almost choked. It was endearing to see this huge giant of a man blush. It must have been hard to have his dark skin flush so red with embarrassment.
“It’s not hard. I’ll show you how if you want.”
She nodded. “I don’t cook much.”
He got serious. “You don’t eat much either.” He swallowed his bite and continued. “You’re too skinny.”
She had lost weight. That was for sure. She’d been starved in Honduras and hadn’t quite gotten her appetite back since she’d been home.
Katie thought she’d chosen clothes that didn’t accentuate that, but she realized that it was hard to hide.
She didn’t answer, choosing another bite instead. Antonio’s eyes focused on her lips, darkening to an impossible swirling black-brown color. She knew exactly what he was looking at and thinking as she wrapped her lips around the burrito, and it made her want to try something.
She’d had so many cocks shoved in her unwilling mouth during her imprisonment. The idea of a blow job had never been exactly tasteful to her, but when she’d first met Lobo Gris, she’d been enthralled with the thought of him coming apart with her. Then Honduras had happened, and she’d thought she’d never be able to have a man in her mouth again.
But he was back in her life, not that he’d ever left, and her feelings had spun back and forth at a dizzying rate with him. Right now, she wanted to try it.
As if sensing her thoughts, he growled at her. “Finish eating.”
She realized she’d been licking her lips repeatedly like an idiot.
Dutifully, she took another bite, chewing purposefully. She needed to eat. And it was delicious. And it seemed to be bringing him pleasure.
Her emotions were all over the place. She was exhausted from the stress of her trip and how he would react to her. The day had been long, and now her belly was full.
She wanted things, but she was suddenly so tired she could barely hold her eyes open.
He must have noticed because after her last bite, he stood.
“Come on. Let me show you where you can sleep tonight.” He held out his hand, and she took it, following him to his bedroom on the ground floor. “There’s a bathroom there.” He pointed out a massive, replumbed bathroom with exposed pipes that looked brand new. “I’m sorry. Everything’s in progress, but at least it’s progress.” He shrugged, looking at the floor as he spoke. “But the bed is new and comfortable.”
“And massive.” She took in the enormous bed along one wall. The room was nice. It needed paint, but the bed looked divine, with a fluffy comforter, giant pillows, and everything done in a sandy-gray that matched the colors of the desert outside.
A shower and bed would be amazing. She could feel all her emotions tomorrow after she got a great night’s sleep in that bed. Hopefully she wouldn’t have nightmares.
The nightmares had gotten less, but still happened. She wasn’t super hopeful that tonight, in a new bed, they wouldn’t visit. But she’d gotten less vocal with them, she thought. There was a time when her neighbors had called the cops to do a wellness check on her because she’d been screaming in her sleep.
That was when she’d sold the condo.
