21
Mecca
The woman that some would assume wasn’t fully domesticated was married and had a handsome husband who could cook. He also understood my life better than any other because his mirrored mine. His food was delicious enough that I cleaned my plate and couldn’t resist a slice of Mrs. Kattie’s chocolate mousse pie.
We sipped wine and ate the delicious treat in silence, eyeing each other across the table. Why did this pie-eating episode feel like foreplay or a lead into something more delicious?
“Can I have a piece of your pie?” Arjen questioned. “I happen to know that yours taste better than Mrs. Kattie’s.”
You can have the whole damn pie if you want it.
At his question, my pussy started throbbing, but I managed to maintain my composure. “Yes, I would love to give you a piece and I can assure you, it’s so much sweeter than you remember.”
He swept his dishes off the table with a quick swipe of his strong forearm without dropping his gaze away from mine. The dinnerware and utensils went toppling noisily before crashing to the floor. The effect he was going for with his aggressive destruction of those dishes from the table was working, because my lust was lit and the flames were about to set the dining room on fire.
He pointed at the area on the table in front of him that he had cleared. “Right here. I want you to put your sexy ass right here in this spot.”
I stood, but my mind wasn’t working from common sense because I climbed atop the table and started my journey across the surface with a seductively slow crawl, knocking over red wine, knee sliding over chocolate pie, and hand sweeping aside utensils.
The dishes I was crawling across were sliding all over the place, the sound adding to the beat of my raging lust. My mind was flooded, overwhelmed with explicit images of us fucking all night.
Arjen sat waiting, his gaze filled with the same level of lust that had taken control of me. The heat level in the dining room had risen to one that would make hell melt, and we were set to burn each other down to the bones.
The crawl gave me a stalkerish vibe, the lust set so high, I ached as my gaze roved my prey. My hands and knees dug into the hard wood of the shiny table surface as my eyes were dead-locked on Arjen’s. He was all I’d thought about all day, and it appeared to take a lifetime to cross the table to feel the burn of the sexual heat he gave off.
Where I should have been thinking financials and more versatile distribution methods today, I was thinking about my husband’s dick, the way he used his tongue, and the way he moved his body to back up every action he initiated on me.
I had left a handful of duties with Marshawn in order to get a few extra hours with Arjen, and I was now finding out that I had made a good decision.
When I reached the edge of the table, he leaned up to receive a kiss. It was supposed to be a peck, but when his hot tongue swept across my lips, I couldn’t help sliding my tongue along the slippery surface of his. Eventually, I backed, adjusted, and turned so that my legs dangled off the table, putting him in the V of my splayed legs and placing my ass in the spot he had pointed out.
His hands were at my hips, his eyes running up the expanse of my body and flaring at every spot that turned him on the most. When his hungry gaze met mine, we froze. I couldn’t move, and apparently neither could he. The raw passion was fused with that little something extra, the key to a deeper connection, that I believe had always been between us.
He reached up and sent his fingers gliding through the edges of my hair until they brushed the warm flesh of my neck. The quick change in our tempo, his searing gaze, and delicate stroke caused my heart to flutter as the jittering beats danced around in my stomach.
My lips fell apart, chasing my runaway breaths. When I’d gotten myself together enough to think, he leaned in and placed a tender kiss on my lips and kept me in this mysterious place with him.
“What is this?” I asked. “What are you attempting to accomplish with me, Arjen? Are you trying to make this a real marriage? Have you settled for me all of a sudden?”
Why was I asking him these stupid ass questions in the midst of so much passion? My mind didn’t know when to disconnect from my mouth sometimes.
“I’m not settling for you, Mecca. Deep down, the day we met, I picked up on a note of our connection, one that doesn’t have anything to do with settling. It was an automatic reaction, and I know I wasn’t the only one that felt it.”
He was right. These sensations weren’t the first I had experienced with him. They had touched me at our wedding when he kissed me, but now, they had grown so strong that they had me fighting to stamp them back down.
“I’ve never had a home, Mecca. Yes, I’ve lived in some nice houses afforded to me by this life I was born into. However, I’ve never felt level, supported, solid, content, challenged in a way that I enjoy, or effortlessly happy. I’ve never known much outside of training, killing, and running this operation in the name of Vallin, and the syndicate. I don’t know much outside of being the devil I need to be to stay at the helm of the position I was groomed to be in.”
His words caused my brows to wrinkle, but I listened, unwilling to miss a syllable.
“My fears were for my brother and of one day failing in a way that I would lose everything I’ve been working to maintain. It’s funny. I didn’t even fear death because there were times I prayed for it. Losing you is my greatest fear now. You are the single greatest asset I wasn’t aware I needed. You are the home I’ve never had, Mecca.”
The soft notes of his lovely words flirted with a tone that had the power to dance atop the cadence of my heartbeat. I’d never had any man profess such meaningful and impactful words to me.
The way he spoke left me speechless, tongue-tied, and twisted up in my emotions. His words were heavy and hard-hitting enough to reach where he’d intended for them to go. Arjen had made his point loud and clear.
No questions, no warning, he stood and yanked me by my hips to the edge of the table. My body collided with his, and he kissed me until my brain turned to mush. He was done talking.
In the distance, I could hear something falling, whatever dishes were left on the table being jostled from our movements.