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“You’re right.” That alone is practically enough to warrant a celebration. It’s not often she admits someone else is right. I’ll take my victories where I can get them.
And this is why I was the better choice to stay with her. I understand her. I know what she’ll listen to. I’m not going to wave my cock around and hope to distract her long enough to avoid trouble. Even if the appendage in question twitches almost painfully when she comes near, reaching past me for the butter dish. Her freshly washed hair is fragrant, compelling me to bury my nose in it and take a deep breath. For the first time in my life, I’m grateful to be splattered by a drop of bacon grease, since it focuses me before I can make a mistake.
Once the sandwiches are grilled, layered with cheese, bacon, and tomato, we don’t bother sitting at the table to eat. “I’m freaking starving, and it smells amazing,” she declares before taking a hearty bite. I watch as her eyes roll back and a look of bliss touches her face. “Oh, my god,” she moans as she chews.
Now I’m hungry for something that has nothing to do with food, hungrier than I’ve ever been for her. The act of watching her enjoy herself is insanely erotic. I have to clear my throat before speaking, and even then, my voice is raspy, almost shaking with desire. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone enjoying a sandwich as much as you are now.”
“It’s a pretty good sandwich.” Her eyes open and a smile tugs the corners of her mouth. I need to eat or else I’ll have to kiss her. She’s not wrong, the sandwich is exceptional. But it’s still nothing compared to what I would rather do with my mouth.
With her back to the counter across from where I stand, she takes another bite and groans happily. “All right,” she finally admits after swallowing. “Maybe there’s something to be said for being home.”
“See? It’s not all bad.”
“I can’t imagine it’s any fun for you, though.”
I study her between bites, searching for a clue to whether she means it, or if she’s trying to get under my skin. She seems sincere enough, maybe even regretful. “I don’t know,” I say. “This is pretty nice. I could do a lot worse.”
“What does it take to shake you up?” She wipes her mouth on a napkin, which she balls up and tosses into the can from a distance. Perfect shot. A woman of many talents.
“No way,” I reply with a chuckle. “I’m not going to reveal my secrets, so you can use them against me.”
She bats her lashes, all innocence. “Who said I would?”
“I never said you would, but you could.” This time, I don’t bother holding back my knowing laughter.
Still, it seems she has a few tricks up her sleeve once she narrows her eyes and pins me in place without putting a hand on me. “What would I be able to use against you?” she ponders in a soft voice, inching closer to me.
“No comment.” My pants are getting much too tight for my own good. I set down my empty plate with a trembling hand and wish one more time for strength to do the right thing and not mix business with pleasure.
She stops only when there’s barely an inch between us. Her big, blue eyes stare straight into mine, and I would swear she’s looking through me, into my soul. She’s always had that power, and now the sensation is more intense than it’s ever been.
She parts her lips while her gaze drifts down to my mouth, and fuck it, that’s all it takes for what little is left of my resolve to crumble. For my hands to take hold of her face and pull her in until I can crush her lips beneath mine.
Her breath catches and a tiny whimper stirs in her throat that only heightens the explosive heat that’s now burst to life. I can’t drag it out, can’t tease her when it’s taking everything I have to restrain myself from devouring her here and now. I settle for tasting her, sweeping my tongue over her lips before sliding it against hers until we both groan until her hands claw their way up my back and her nails dig into my shoulders. It unlocks something deep and primal, something that demands I claim this fascinating woman. This woman whose passion matches my own, who presses her body to mine before reaching up to thread her fingers through my hair and pulls me down, demanding, holding me in place as the kiss deepens further.
I push her back against the opposite counter, thrusting my hips, grinding my aching dick against her and shuddering at the contact. She melts in my arms, moaning into my mouth, and the sound sends a sizzle of current through me from head to toe. She wants this. Wants me. And there’s no one stopping us. When she presses her tits against me, I can’t help touching one, fondling the full, heavy globe, teasing her nipple with my thumb until it stands out beneath the silk and what feels like a lacy bra underneath.
