How could anyone deny that? I was not strong enough to shut her down, especially after I’d witnessed her practically getting off in class, just moments before the siren went off. I knew her body well, so I knew what that glistening sheen across her face meant, especially the way she was squirming.
I stepped close to her. “What do you want, Tessa?” I asked, in a low voice, running a finger slowly up her arm. I felt her shudder for a second before thousands of tiny little goosebumps popped up on her arm.
She didn’t answer, but her mouth fell open to form a small O.
“Tessa, do you want me?”
She nodded, pressing into me. Her breasts pushed through the fabric of the t-shirt I wore, and I could feel her hard little nipples against me. I had thought to tease her a bit, but I couldn’t. I needed her more than I needed the air in the room.
Without saying a word, I grabbed her hand and led her down the hall. We had to take off the edge, and then we could spend a quiet evening together. The two of us were explosive whenever we were near each other. I couldn’t think of anything else but diving into her sweet body, over and over.
“Are you sure I can’t help you?” she asked, as I carefully chopped an onion. The quickie in the bedroom had helped, but I already wanted her again.
I looked over at her and nearly cut off my finger. She was so fucking sexy. I had never seen a woman look more enticing than she did right now, wearing nothing but my t-shirt and those tiny red panties I had been ecstatic to discover earlier. The thought created another serious safety hazard.
“No. You and I both know if you come over here I’ll have you up on this counter, burying myself in you. We’ll starve.”
She smiled, and shrugged. “I wouldn’t mind.”
I shook my head. “No way. I want to make you dinner, and to do that, I need all my fingers. Quit looking at me like that,” I playfully scolded.
She held my gaze and turned the stool a few inches my direction before slowly opening her legs. The t-shirt was big on her and fell just past her butt, but sitting as she was, I was given a lovely view of those red panties that were nearly shredded not more than twenty minutes ago.
My erection strained against the jeans I had on, causing me to squirm in discomfort.
“What’s wrong, Ian? Your jeans look like they’re a little tight. How about you take them off?” she cooed.
I couldn’t answer. She was slowly moving the shirt up, spreading her legs wider. All I could think about was dropping to my knees and feasting on her. My gaze focused on that little red triangle, and just when I thought I had lost the war, she shoved the shirt down, covering herself, giggling.
“You minx!” I said on an exhaled breath. “You’re going to pay for that.”
“I hope so,” she shot back.
“Go away. Go sit in the living room or something. I can’t be near you and do this,” I told her, meaning every word. She sucked my concentration away and turned me into a mindless idiot who could think of nothing else but fucking her.
She jumped off the barstool and started to walk towards me. I held up the knife, warding her off like a cross was supposed to ward off a vampire. “Nope, go.”
Laughing, she sauntered out of the kitchen, but not before giving me a glimpse of her perfectly round ass on full display in that god damn red thong that was going to cost me a finger yet. With her out of the kitchen, I could focus on the alfredo sauce I was attempting. As I chopped and stirred, I was slammed by a sudden realization—I was falling in love with her!
How the hell did that happen?
I couldn’t love her, already. Could I? Trying to physically shake it off, I focused on the recipe. All that would have to wait. I wasn’t about to drop that bombshell on her, since I wasn’t even sure it was real myself. It was more likely the sex that was making me feel that way. But it wasn’t only the sex. I really liked being with her. Talking to her was so easy.
Stop. Not now. Later.
“Ready to set the table?” I called out, as the lights flickered off and on.
“You have candles?” she asked, coming into the kitchen. “I’m guessing the power will be going out here pretty soon.”
I nodded and pointed her towards one of the bottom drawers in the kitchen. She bent over, and I nearly came in my jeans. Her pert ass was high in the air, creating a visual that I would not soon forget. She quickly opened the drawer, found a couple of candles and popped them in the holders that had sat empty on the table for years, completely oblivious to what I had nearly done to her. Once lit, she grabbed the plates and set the table as I delivered the entree. I prayed it tasted as good as it smelled.
“Wow, this it looks and smells amazing!” she said, inhaling deeply.
“Thank you; I hope it tastes as good as it smells,” I added.
I grabbed the bottle of white wine I had picked out, hoping she would like it.
“Oh, fancy!” she squealed.