“Are you trying to get me naked already? You haven’t even fed me yet.”
“I was merely laying out your options.”
“Uh-uh.”
Before I even realized what was going on, he’d lifted me off my feet, placing my ass on the counter, spreading my thighs wide and stepping between them. My pulse raced when Jace slowly drew his gaze over me, as if he couldn’t decide where to touch first. When our gazes locked, I felt as if I was about to hyperventilate. That bedroom stare was simply delicious... and I wouldn’t mind starting dinner by indulging in Jace.
He lowered his mouth to the nook between my neck and shoulder. I felt his hot breath first, and then his mouth. I jerked my hips forward an inch when I felt his tongue, my arms automatically lacing around his neck and my legs curling around his.
“Mmm... I’m trapping you here forever,” I informed him.
“I wouldn’t mind.”
“You say that now. Wait until you see what I have in store for you.”
“I’m happy you came here tonight, Brooke.”
“Well, you should have told me you were cooking. Great selling point.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.”
“I can’t believe all you’ve ever fed me before was takeout or popcorn.”
I felt him smile against my skin. “My cooking repertoire isn’t too varied. Ten dishes, tops.”
“Oh, snap. How will you entertain me after you run out of those ten?”
“I can think of a few things.”
He moved his mouth, feathering his lips over my clavicle before descending toward my cleavage. Before I realized what he was up to, he’d pushed me slightly on my back and pulled down the fabric of my dress, enough to reveal a bra cup. A second later, he yanked that down too, freeing one breast. He placed small, quick kisses all around it before teasing the nipple with his tongue. I pushed my ass forward a few inches, greedy for more contact. How could he turn me on so fast?
No matter how much he gave me, I was always ready for more. But when I made to pop open the button of his jeans, he caught my hand. “Babe, no. Dinner first. And then I’ll sink inside you so good and deep.”
Holy shit! I soaked my panties through, already aching for him. He was expecting me to be patient until after dinner when he’d been teasing my nipple like that? How much foreplay did he think I could take?
“You’re not playing fair,” I informed him.
“I just wanted a taste of you. You’re the one who wrapped herself like a vise around me.”
“I thought you didn’t mind.”
“I don’t. Just pointing out that you’re the one who’s unfair.”
Narrowing my eyes at him, I let go of my arms and straightened my legs. He covered my boob again.
“Now I’ll have dinner all hot and bothered.”
“I’ll take care of you afterward.”
When he stepped back, I hopped down from the counter. We set the table while the pasta sauce finished simmering.
To be honest, I was expecting something decent, but the pasta was out-of-this-world good.
“Oh, God, this is so delicious.” I closed my eyes, savoring the tomato sauce. “Jace, this is amazing. So, what other recipes do you know?”
“You’ll have to stick around and discover that yourself.”
“A dangerous thing to say. You might not be able to get rid of me.”