Page 23 of Wasn't Supposed To Love You

He sees my face and gives me a smile. “I would love to go further, but as I’ve said before, slow. There is no reason to rush this.”

“Okay,” I say quietly, and smile back at him. God, he’s so sweet.

“Let me help you finish up in the kitchen? Food smells good.”

I wink at him. “Of course it smells good, I made it.”

Laughing he grabs my hand and walks me to the kitchen. “What do you want me to do?”

“You can grill up these steaks for me, and I’ll handle everything else.”

“Sounds good, just point me in the direction of the grill.” I point out to my balcony and with that he snatches the plate of steaks and my tongs.

I finish up by getting the plates and silverware ready, and find a movie to watch when we eat.

“Dude! New John Wick movie is on, wanna watch it?” I shout to Bryce.

He comes back in and stares at me, eyebrows raised. “You called me dude.”

“So what? Just answer the damn question.”

He smirks. “Sounds good. Steaks are almost done, what about everything else?”

“I’m good to go. Cheese is melting on the potatoes, just waiting to be plated.”

Sitting down on my couch, I grab the remote, hit play, and then grab the mustard and pile it on my plate. After a few bites, I realize that Bryce hasn’t touched his food. Looking to him, he’s just staring at me, looking grossed out.

“What?”

“You’re kidding me, right? You’re dipping your steak and your potatoes in mustard?” He shudders.

I make a show of my next bite, dipping my steak in the mustard, shoving it in my mouth, and moaning. “So good.”

“That’s just wrong.”

“Kiss my ass. Shut up and eat.”

He chuckles slightly and digs into his food.

We finish before half the movie is even over, now we’re just cuddled on the couch. My hand resting on his thigh. I give him a squeeze and then move my hand up over his crotch, and sure enough, he’s hard. Turning my head, I stare up at him, begging him with my eyes to take me. Put me out of my misery.

Seconds later he cups my face and puts his mouth on mine, but this still feels like hell. I move slowly, sitting on his lap, and grind into him, moaning. I break from his mouth for a second so I can whip off my shirt, without a bra my tits are fully exposed.

“God, you’re beautiful,” he says, taking in my breasts. I start moaning when he cups them and starts kissing me again. But as I try to undo his belt buckle on his jeans he stiffens.

“I want to, trust me I do, but I want to go slow. It’s too soon for this yet.” He gives me another swift kiss and moves me off him, tossing me my shirt. “I should get home, I’ll call you tomorrow, maybe we can hit up a dance club or something.”

I give him a small smile. “Okay, sounds fun.” He walks out of my apartment and I sag on my couch, feeling disappointed. I finally am back on the wagon, falling hopelessly in love, with a man that won’t put out. I feel like the man in this relationship right now. Gah.

He better put out soon—or I’m going to die. Death by no sex…shitty way to go.

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