Page 50 of Uncharted

“Oh, something even better than bread.”

“What’s better than bread? It’s round and—” Her eyes dilate. “Pizza?”

“Pizza, yes. If that’s okay with you?”

She jumps into my arms. “You are a god among men.” She kisses my neck.

“Good. I’m glad to know I can cook my way out of trouble.” I wiggle my eyebrows at her. “Don’t get too excited—this isn’t going to be New York City street slices. More upscale, I’m afraid. But it will be good. I found wax-sealed Gouda and Parmesan, along with some vacuum-sealed Cheddar.”

“I don’t care. Bread, cheese, sauce. It’s like Christmas. How can I ever thank you?”

I cock my head. “Give me five minutes and I can think of a way.”

“Dante? What about the food on the grill?”

“Zane’s watching it while he washes off the back of the boat. And by watching it, I mean he lifts the damn cover every few minutes and breathes all over it as he huffs it. He won’t let it burn.”

“You were really thinking about me back here on your counter?”

“What, Sassy? When I fantasized about you on my counter, it was long before I ever touched you. Back in the before.”

“No... you didn’t like me before the crash. Come on?”

“I did. And don’t question my emotions, Sassy. I know exactly how I felt and when I felt it.”

“Oh.” Her mouth stays in a little round circle. “So, you had a wet dream about sitting on your counter here?” She lays her hand flat on the steel surface next to my onions.

“No.”

“Oh?”

“Over here.” I pat the section of counter that’s in full view of the corridor.

“There?”

“Yes. So what should I do about it?” I’m not going to tell her now that the dream was about me eating her out on the counter. After last night, I want her hot mouth around my cock again.

She takes a step closer and puts her hands on my waist, like she could lift me up there herself.

I smile and, with a quick twist, have her sitting on the counter. And with a quick tug, I have her shorts hanging from one ankle. A quick pull and I have her T-shirt off, revealing a different translucent bra. I suck one nipple through the thin fabric and then the other, leaving them hard and pebbled. “Fuck, Sassy. I do like your new wardrobe.”

I kiss down her belly as she leans back on her arms. She’s lost weight since we’ve been on the island, and I don’t like it. What I do like is her matching panties. I slide them to the side and fuck, she’s wet. “Did Captain give me a head start? I’ll have to thank him later.”

“Dante.” She’s scolding me, but that’s okay. I like her teacher’s voice. Sam isn’t ready for me and my mouth, not yet. Hell, most people never are. But not Sassy. Damn, this girl drives me wild.

I give a little pull, bringing her ass to the edge of the counter. And I feast on her clit. She’s moaning within seconds. I’ve definitely been given a warm engine. I push one, then two fingers into her. It’s the fastest I’ve ever seen her come. She slaps her hands on the steel counter, and it rings. Her elbows clatter on the counter, and I reach up and grab her head. This damn table has caused one concussion already; we don’t need it to be two.

Her body shakes with little convulsions as I continue to thrust into her. “Dante, please.”

I lift my mouth. “That’s my aim, Sassy. Always to please you.” She slides from the counter, and it leaves a trail. Fuck, it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.

“Your turn. Get up there, Chef.”

“Yes, anything for my Sassy.” I’ve got my pants and T-shirt pulled off. It’s weird to be in the kitchen without my chef’s jacket, but it’s far too warm for my uniform. My hard dick is ready for her mouth. “Do you want some chocolate sauce? I found some in the crew mess. Unopened even.”

“You’re sweet enough for me, Dante.” She swallows me down, and when I bottom out at the back of her throat, I make a noise I’ve never heard before.

“Fuck, Sassy.” I’ve never had someone take me on like she does. It’s unreal. My hand goes for her hair. It’s silky and smooth—running my fingers through it makes me harder. I’m over the moon for her. “I fucking love you.”

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