I don’t know how to deal with her—this. Us. But I refuse to think about it right now.
“Don’t do that,” she hisses, her scowl forming and making me smile harder. I love her angry face.
“Don’t do what? Sit at my own bar?” I ask coyly.
She stifles her grin as blush rises to her cheeks. I’m pretty sure she just forgot about what happened in my bedroom during her startle and her little scolding.
“Um... I thought you might be hungry, and I still had all the groceries. I hope this is okay.”
I just grin bigger while standing up and making my way around to her. Christ, it’s like I can’t help myself. This can only end badly. But I don’t want to think about it right now.
When I reach her, I pick her up and slide her ass on the bar while I step between her legs, and her breaths go erratic. That makes me feel so fucking good.
“I told you a few hours ago to cook. So I don’t mind. Especially since I gave you thirty minutes and you took much, much longer.”
This time she’s the one that looks amused as she wraps her legs around my waist.
“That’s not my fault. You’re the one who wanted to try to go through a whole box of condoms.”
Damn. This conversation is actually starting to wake up the exhausted appendage that should be in a coma. How is that even possible?
“I didn’t hear you complaining earlier,” I murmur as I press my lips to her neck, unable to stare into her blue eyes anymore.
Her breath hitches and her legs get tighter around me. “I’m not complaining now. You are. I’m just trying to make you something to eat.”
I grin against her neck as my mind goes to the gutter, and she laughs while pushing me back.
“That’s not what I mean.”
I just snicker quietly, until my eyes gravitate to hers again. I really shouldn’t be getting lost inside her pools of blue, but something inside me is all fucked up right now.
“You look good in my shirt,” I say as my eyes stroll down her body, landing on the hem I’m pushing up. “Especially since you didn’t put your panties back on.”
She groans while hopping off the counter, and I frown at her back while she goes to the stove.
She mutters something about thongs and never being comfortable again, though I have no idea what she’s going on about. Then she takes the pan off the stove and puts it beside the other.
“You can’t touch me until you eat. I’ve worked hard on getting this ready.”
The fact that she told me I can’t touch her makes it imperative that I do touch her. Does she not realize this?
“Hey!” she squeals, giggling as I pull the shirt up and start moving my hands all over her body very playfully.
She tries to twirl out of my grasp, but she just ends up facing me, and I lean down and kiss her with a need that scares the fuck out of me. When her tongue sweeps in, my knees try to buckle, and I groan when she jumps up and wraps those sweet legs around me.
With her like this, I don’t have to bend over, and I also have her as close as possible. Well, almost. I’ll have her as close as possible in a second.
I’d fuck her right here if my condoms weren’t in my room.
“The food,” she says against my lips, though she doesn’t put any real willpower behind getting down.
“Can wait,” I say, acting as though I’m finishing her sentence.
I’m rewarded with a grin and a kiss that gets hungrier. I’m going to overdose on sex at this rate.
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