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“Vietnamese. Figured you’d been working late and needed some calories.”
She widens her eyes and opens and closes her mouth. “Oh my God. I didn’t think you’d—” She closes the door, the chain rattles, and then she opens it. “Come in. I’ll,” she gestures to herself, “make myself more presentable.”
“I see nothing wrong with the presentation,” I say and give her a once over.
She chews on her lip and her breathing hitches as a blush spreads on her cheeks. “Be right back.” Then she flees up the stairs.
I grin and go in search of some forks and plates, putting them on the living room table. More intimate than the table in the kitchen. She comes scurrying down after a few minutes, her damp hair in a bun, pale torn jeans, barefooted, and a white oversized shirt. Like a hurricane, she dashes through the room and picks up clothes that lie strewn about.
“Had I known I’d have a visitor,” she says breathlessly.
I reach out and take her hand, warm, soft. She smells of flowers and vanilla. “Come sit. I didn’t bring you food to stress you out, it was to take care of you and make you relax.”
She comes to a halt, a pile of clothes in her arms. “You’re right. What the hell.” She dumps them on a chair and sits down next to me on the couch. Crossing her legs, she leans over the boxes and glances inside, sniffing. “This looks delicious. You’re a gem. Thank you.”
“Help yourself.”
I’m a gem. Right. Some gem. Maybe an onyx? Hard, and cold, and black as night.
She digs in and fills her plate with noodles, rice and spicy stews. I admire her appetite. I like a girl who eats. Looking at her, I wonder where she puts it, though. She’s thin as a stick.
“How’d you know I was home?” she asks between chews.
“I called the center. You gave me the number, remember? They said you’d gone home.” The lie comes easy. I hope she buys it.
“Oh. And oh my God, thank you. This is delicious.” Her moans make my cock twitch.
I join her in devouring the food, hungry as a wolf myself.
“You came back,” she says, and puts a finger in her mouth, sucking off the juices. When she catches me looking, she quickly pulls it out and gives me a shy glance, the atmosphere suddenly heavier, denser.
“I couldn’t stay away. You have my jacket.”
She twitches and jumps up. “Sorry. I’ll—”
I grab her arm and pull her back down. “I’m not here for the jacket, Kerry.”
Her lips part and the cute tip of her tongue darts out, licking them. “Then, why are you here?”
I could cut the air between us with a knife, it’s so thick. “What do you think?”
“Why don’t you tell me?” She swallows visibly.
“Why don’t I show you?” I say and lean in, my gaze never leaving hers.
Her pupils dilate and a gasp escapes her. I lean in closer, until her face is a blur, until her rapid breaths fan my lips. When she doesn’t move, I close the distance and taste her. Spices, flowers and that unique essence that is her and her alone. I tease her lips open, and revel in how she melts against me. She’s adorably shy. I don’t know why, I’m not usually very considerate, but I strain not to scare her. I’m lost, though, when she lays her warm little hands on my thighs. I wrap my arms around her and scoop her into my embrace, straddling her over my lap, never breaking the kiss. She yelps, but doesn’t object. Her hands caress along my arms, feeling her way over my biceps. Cupping her ass, I pull her close, pressing my hard cock against her hot pussy. Fuck me if she isn’t damp through the fabric.
I rock against her as my hands find their way under her shirt, find her warm soft skin. She gasps and writhes, and I know she’s mine. My hands reach all the way around her waist, such a delicate creature she is. I stroke along her sides, up to the swell of her breasts. To my great surprise, she’s braless. I can’t help the groan as I cup her breasts, circling her nipples with my thumbs. She mewls in my mouth and grinds against my cock. I exhale with a shudder and pinch her peaks, making her jerk and moan.
“Oh my God,” she gasps.
“Take off your pants.” I grab her hips and push her up, putting her in front of me.
She trembles as she unzips, her eyes hooded. My cock strains in my pants and my belly aches. Fuck me; I can’t remember when I actually wanted someone like I want her. Is it the thrill of the hunt? I’ve never fucked someone I was ordered to kill.
As she shimmies out of her pants and steps out of them, the scent of her arousal hits me like a punch to my stomach.
“Stay. Don’t move,” I growl.
