We clinked and sipped, and then I finished my original thought. “Ha, still crabby when you’re hungry.” Something else that hadn’t changed. “Go sit. I’ll dish it up.”
As much as I knew my way around the kitchen I hardly ever cooked. The perpetual bachelor stigma held true … until now. Witnessing that orgasmic look on her face when she smelled my food was enough to make cooking my new favorite hobby. And she had the perfect palate. She looked like she lived on rabbit food, but she loved everything, especially seafood, a serious bonus from growing up on the coast. So a quick stop at the fresh fish market downtown while she was draped in seaweed led to a seafood paella.
“God … mmm … I can’t … this is so amazing.” The furthest thing from my mind was the dinner. The food was good, but watching her eat it was better. She lifted her eyes to mine and must have caught my smirk.
I raised my palms in the air. “Don’t stop on my account, please keep going.” If she sounded like this now, help me wait until it was time for me to eat.
“What-”
I finished her question since I knew what she was going to say before she opened her sweet lips. “What are you going to do with me? I have a few ideas, but ladies first.”
Her high cheeks pinked, but she didn’t break our stare. Then she took a quick sip of her bubbly, like it was liquid courage. “Sierra asked the craziest thing today.”
She had my full attention, not that she hadn’t before.
“Oh yeah?”
Her blush turned crimson, and she finished her glass. I definitely wanted to hear this.
“She wondered how many times the Green Giant could rock my world in a night.”
I busted out laughing for the twentieth time tonight. She followed suit. She was even more beautiful when she laughed.
“I thought Lili was gonna drown from mortification.”
“And your answer?” I was dying to know.
“I told her I didn’t call you Ace for just your monogram.”
I hoped she was full because we were done eating. Now. I slid my chair out and stalked around the table. She tipped back, startled at first, but smiled.
“We’re done.” And not just with dinner.
“What about the paella?”
“I guarantee you’re gonna taste a whole hell of a lot better than this paella.”
“Hmm.” She grinned against my lips and I lifted her into my arms, her body molding against mine.
That was answer enough. She was done with dating too. Thank fuck. Her hand inched around the back of my neck and her fingers slid into my hair. I guided us to my bedroom. Her lips brushed my neck and I turned my head. Our mouths collided and her small throaty moans reverberated deep inside my chest, encouraging me to explore further. My heart drilled against my ribs, no doubt working overtime to keep any blood flow up north. In the name of all things holy, she tasted so delicious.
I placed her down and walked her backwards until her knees bumped the bed. She scooted back without hesitation, propping up on her forearms with one knee bent. Her black blazer hung open, revealing the thin material of her white shirt stretched tightly enough across her perfect tits to expose her hardened nipples. I took a small step back to linger on her sexy as shit body. Whatever bra she was wearing fit like a second skin. Nothing padded, nothing fake.
Just like Talia. What you saw was what you got and I was starved for it. The honest expression on her beautiful face conveyed her matched hunger. I fisted my light thermal sweater up and over my head while I wrestled with my breathing. Her eyes unapologetically roamed down my abdomen and darkened to the color of chocolate, feeding fuel to my already fiery blaze. The strain against my zipper burned, surely embedding track marks along my cock, I was so engorged for this woman. Blushed and beautiful, she inched back further, inviting me to a fantasy twenty years in the making. I snapped a mental photograph and closed my eyes to permanently burn the image to memory. Picture fucking perfect … except. Hold up, what the hell was I doing? Unwelcomed visions blurred my perfect snapshot, all sharing the same pages from my old book. I never wanted anything as much as I wanted Talia, but not here, not like this. Everything here was used, overused. Shit. I couldn’t do it. As stupid as it sounded, if this was the beginning of our story she deserved a fresh page.
“Ash?” She sat up, confusion widening her eyes.
I exhaled a lungful and braced my hands against the edge of the bed, trying to figure out how the fuck to explain my sudden psychotic break, since that was the only reasonable explanation. “Umm, not here.”
She glanced quickly around the room before the realization of my dilemma washed across her face. Her lips curved up slightly and she lifted her chin toward my bathroom. I blinked and shook my head. Nope. Her smile grew wider and she pointed out through my bedroom door. I followed her line of sight out to my pool table and thought, hell yeah, that was my girl, but not tonight. I smirked and shook my head no. “Soon.” Her head cocked to the side and she laughed. Gorgeous.
Her gaze was plagued with desire, her voice almost pleading when she said, “It’s fine, really.” She patted her hands along my bed. “I don’t care.”
“I do.” She was not just another woman to share my bed, my shower, my couch, my carpet, my closet, my pool table. Shit. And then it dawned on me, my guest room. I didn’t even remember what the damn room looked like. Perfect. With enough adrenaline coursing my veins for a one-punch knock out, I swept her up, tossed her over my shoulder and jogged down the hall.
“You’re crazy,” she huskily whispered as her panting wet mouth found my chest and skimmed across my collarbone, driving me crazier.
“About you, yes.” It was the truth. I pushed her back on my guest bed. It was smaller than my king. Even better. I slid my fingers underneath the bottom of her white T-shirt, needing skin on skin almost as much as I needed my next breath. “Tal, I need this off.” Now. She complied willingly, slipping her jacket off then lifting her slim arms over her head. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous.” The sheer lace of her bra barely concealed the top of her round hard nipples, causing the ache in my balls to intensify and the drill in my chest to morph into a jackhammer. Her blonde locks spread across the dark grey comforter in a million different directions while her heated stare never wavered from mine. I crawled between her long legs and traced her smooth torso. Small shivers traversed her body and her breath became ragged beneath me. I lowered myself down, connecting our heat, feeling her pulse match my own. Done, I was done. I devoured her mouth, licking and sucking every inch, claiming ownership. Pure fervor shot straight to my swollen cock when her teeth grazed my lower lip. I mercilessly ground my hips against hers and cupped her breast, circling her nipple.
She arched her back and moaned, a deep sultry moan. And loud. Hands down, it topped the list as the sexiest fucking sound to ever bathe my eardrums. Her fingers gripped my hair, hard, urging me on. I nipped and sucked down her neck and chest until my mouth covered her taut nipple. The thin fabric separating us had to go now.