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“That smells delicious,” she said, taking in a deep inhale.
“Chicken Parm, cauliflower rice, and garlic mushrooms for dinner. Sound okay?” I asked, removing the last piece from the pan on the stove.
“Sound okay? You’re spoiling me.” She laughed and sat down at the table. “Normally, I’d order in pizza or just have a plate of cake or cookies from the bakery.”
“If you’re going to heal up, you need to eat properly,” I replied. “Cake and cookies are not dinner.” I smiled. “Even if they are really good.”
I put the sauce and cheese on the chicken and sprinkled each piece with a little basil and parsley and slid it into the oven then I fluffed the cauliflower rice and stirred the mushrooms. “Should be ready in about twenty minutes. Can I get you a glass of wine?”
“Please.”
I poured the wine into the glasses then carried them over to the small table, placing one down in front of Brooke. “Hope you like it. It’s one of my favorites,” I said, sitting down across from her and watched while she took a sip.
As soon as the liquid touched her lips, she closed her eyes, savoring the flavor. “This is really good,” she whispered.
She slowly opened her eyes and met mine. We sat there looking at one another, not saying anything for a moment or two, when suddenly, the smell of garlic hit my nose. I jumped up and ran to the stove, quickly stirring the mushrooms. Then I checked the oven; the cheese was melted and bubbling nicely on top, so I pulled the chicken out and quickly plated everything, then headed over to the table with the plates.
* * *
After dinner, I’d quickly cleaned the kitchen, then we made our way into the living room where we decorated the tree together. She put on Christmas music, while I did my best to put the lights on the tree, then I lifted her up so she could put the angel on top. Then together we decorated the tree, each of us taking turns placing ornaments on it. We shared wine and laughs, and since I really had no clue what I was doing, every once in a while, she’d take an ornament I’d placed on the tree and move it to a specific location, thinking I wasn’t noticing. Soon we were finished, and she turned the lights off in the room and turned the tree on.
The glow from the lights of the tree lit up the room, and we both took a seat on the couch. The tree, the fire, and the music had turned the room into something almost magical, and I looked over at Brooke, who sat there staring up at the tree.
“It looks beautiful,” she whispered.
“That it does,” I replied in a low voice, meeting her eyes. Only I wasn’t talking about the tree. I’d watched Brooke almost all night, and there was something so much more attractive about her than just her looks. The way she took charge of the situation, teaching me every step of the way tonight, never once making fun of me for not knowing how to do something, was so attractive to me. She smiled then turned and met my eyes. Even though we were in dimmed light, I could see a soft-pink hue land on her cheeks.
There by the fire, in front of the twinkling tree, I did something I’d been dying to do since we’d left the park. Ever so slowly, I leaned in and took her full lips with mine. When I felt her hand on my chest, I pulled back and slowly opened my eyes, afraid that she was going to push me away. I actually expected it, but instead, her eyes met mine and then danced down to my lips, then she slowly leaned into me and returned the kiss.
I felt her hand rest on the side of my neck, as a tingle ran through my body. As her lips danced over mine, I ran my tongue through her mouth, and I heard her let out a little moan. My hands traveled to her hip and rested there for a moment before she pushed me back on the couch and straddled my lap.
Her lips came crashing onto mine, her arms resting on my shoulders, as I wrapped mine around her, pulling her a little closer to me, each kiss getting harder and more urgent with each passing second. I could feel myself getting harder with each kiss and knew she could probably feel it as well. I allowed my hands to roam, gently exploring her body, gripping her hips. I gripped the cheeks of her ass, pulling her a little closer. Then she let out a soft moan that sent a wave straight to my cock.
We’d been kissing for only a few seconds, and I could already feel that familiar throbbing sensation I’d get right before I came. I had to slow things down for fear of embarrassing myself. I moved from her lips to her ear, sucking her lobe into my mouth, then I kissed down the side of her neck, nipping and biting as I went. Each time my lips made contact with her skin, she’d let out a soft little whimper, and I knew I was in trouble.
Brooke
My body trembled as he kissed my neck, and my skin pebbled as I felt his fingers dance over the skin of my sides. Every part of my body was awake, screaming for more. He met my lips again, this time taking my mouth hard. His hand wrapped in my hair as he pulled me closer. I could feel his hardened cock, and it was all I could do to stop myself from grinding down on him.
I could feel the heat between my legs and was almost embarrassed by how wet I already was. He released my hair and took a moment to adjust himself, then leaned back on the couch and looked up at me, his eyes full of want. I studied him, then I grabbed the bottom of his shirt, lifting it. He leaned forward and allowed me to remove it. I tossed it behind me and allowed my eyes to wander down his strong chest and abs.
Running my fingers over his chest and up to his shoulders, he was so warm, and he met my lips again. We kissed soft and slow, his hands resting on my hot skin. They went around my back, under my shirt. I allowed his hands to dance over my skin, moving up and down my back. I so badly wanted him to touch my breasts, to run his fingers over my hardened nipples, but he didn’t.
When his eyes met mine, I could tell he wanted more. I wanted more. I wasn’t sure why he had stopped, so I gripped the bottom of my shirt and pulled it over my head, letting it fall down on the floor behind me. His eyes left mine for only a moment while they traveled to my breasts.
“You’re beautiful,” he whispered.
I bit my bottom lip and placed my finger under his chin, gently lifting his head to look at me. “Touch me,” I whispered.
It seemed to be the push he needed. His fingers traced the top of my bra, my nipples hardening even more. He leaned forward and reached behind me, unhooking my bra, removing it with the lightest of touches.
He stared at my breasts, his hands ever so gently cupping them, then he ran his thumbs over them. I dropped my head back as electricity ran through my body. I thought I was going to explode when he leaned forward and gave a single lick to each nipple. I could hear the sound of my own whimper float through the room.
I reached between us, cupping his hardened cock through his jeans. He hissed as I ran my hand over him. I worked at the button on his jeans, finally getting it open, and was about to very carefully lower his zipper when he stopped me.
“Not here,” he murmured.
I didn’t say anything. Instead, he held my hand while I got up off him and he stood up. He surprised me by picking me up and carrying me into the bedroom and placing me on the bed.
