“That’s good. Because I think I’m fast becoming addicted to you.”
She tilts her head, giving me better access. “You sure you’re not just horngry?”
I chuckle below her ear, sucking gently. “I’m definitely that. But it’s not food making me feel that way.”
“There are worse things to be addicted too,” she rasps, a soft moan vibrating in her throat.
I nip her collarbone before soothing the sting with my tongue. “Like?”
“Anything and anyone that’s not me.”
I drop my forehead to her shoulder and laugh. “Yeah, I think you’re right about that.”
She snickers and steps away from me, leaving me in a rather uncomfortable predicament. She looks down, her gaze flashing with heat, definitely looking pleased with herself before she narrows her eyes. “Now stop trying to nail me in your kitchen before I can feed you.”
My brows lift up. “You saying I can nail you in my kitchen after you feed me?”
“Well, shit, I walked right into that one, didn’t I?” She giggles. “Let’s save that until we have a lot of guaranteed uninterrupted time, yeah?”
“Isn’t this only our third date?”
“Didn’t know you were counting,” she says with a smirk. “Isn’t that usually the girl’s job?”
“You calling me a girl?”
“Noo . . .” Her smirk widens before her eyes soften. “It’s nice. But also, I don’t think the ‘third date rule’ applies to us.”
I frown. “It doesn’t?”
“Nah. ’Cause it’s starting to feel like I’ve known you forever.”
“I agree.”
“See, it must be right. Look at us—we’re already thinking the same.”
I almost drool as she spoons out a roast pumpkin, prosciutto, and pearl couscous salad she made on a video last month.
She glances sideways at me and her lips twitch. “I’m guessing you saw my video where I made this?”
“Yeah, and then Jake and I tried to make it and I still managed to fuck it up.”
“Then I made a good choice. It was between this or a moussaka my sous-chef, George, had just pulled out of the oven.”
“Damn,” I frown, peering into the unfortunately empty Delish bag. “That didn’t fall into your hands as you were leaving?”
“Next time, I promise.”
“I might hold you to that before we even get a chance to have sex in my kitchen.”
She hands the plate over to me. “Get away, you horngry animal.”
“Grr.”
“God that was amazing.”
Dee shrugs, putting her empty plate on the coffee table in front of us. “It’s pretty simple to make. I could show you some time.”
“I’d like that. You know what I want more though?”
She looks over and arches a brow.
“A taste of that sweet after-lunch-snack you promised.”
Her lips curve up on one side, her green eyes sparking with heat.
She turns in her seat on the couch to face me. “Well, what are you waiting for?”
I crawl over her and brace my hands beside her head before slowly lowering my body onto hers as she stretches out beneath me. “Hi,” I murmur, placing a kiss on the corner of her mouth.
Her hands glide around my shoulders and flatten on my back, pressing me against her. “Hey there.”
“Thanks for lunch.”
“It’s what I do.”
“And what else do you do?” I trace her smile with the tip of my tongue.
“Kiss me and find out.”
Don’t have to tell me twice.
I groan against her lips, kissing her soft and slow before deepening the kiss when her fingers run into my hair and her nails scrape gently against my scalp.
She whimpers into my mouth, giving me as good as she gets as she spreads her legs wider and hooks her calves behind my thighs, allowing my hips to fall in between. My hard cock presses against her core, my pelvis rocking into hers. She thrusts on an upward glide, increasing the pressure. Her body trembling, her grip in my hair tightens.
I tear my mouth from hers and kneel between her legs, dragging my fingers to the hem of her top and jerking it over her body before throwing it onto the floor. I do the same with mine, loving the way her eyes rake over my chest, her gaze falling with need and heat.
When she pulls me back to her, our skin on skin for the first time, it turns wild like a spark has been lit, the fire between us roaring to life.
As our mouths fuse together again, her hands are everywhere, running up and down my back, gripping my ass and rocking my hips harder and faster. Her whimpers turn into moans, and I’m desperate for more. I bury my face in her neck, nipping and sucking the soft, silky skin there, loving the way she’s going wild and fucking thrilled I’m the one doing it to her too.
I shift my body lower, reaching between us to pull down her black satin bra. Cupping her breast in my hand and wrapping my lips around her nipple, I draw deeply, making her arch into me.
“Honey . . .” she rasps, the sound shooting straight through me to settle in my balls as they draw up, my cock throbbing, begging for release.
“Baby, you’re fucking fantastic,” I groan, needing to taste her mouth again.
“Rhodes . . . I’m close.”
Even fucking better. “So fucking sweet,” I murmur, raking my teeth against her lip before delving deep. My tongue rolls around hers, our hips thrusting harder and faster now. It’s exquisite torture.
I reach between us again, but this time I lift up and lock eyes with hers. Her blown pupils show me how far gone she is and drives me to see just how much more it’ll take for her catch fire for me.
I make quick work of the button at her waist before tugging the zipper down and diving my hand inside her underwear, closing my eyes and releasing a loud guttural groan when I find her swollen and wet for me. “Fuck baby.”
“Yes . . .” she moans as I stroke her core, my thumb swirling over her clit. Her movements turn erratic, her eyes hooded. She hooks her hand around the back
