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“Okay—but just kick me out when it’s time for you to leave. I don’t want to make you late or anything.”
“Don’t worry, I’m a stickler for punctuality, so it won’t be a problem,” comes out more wryly than I anticipate, but I’m met with a glorious smile, so I don’t think he took any offense.
As soon as we enter my apartment, I’m relieved we have it to ourselves. Vince drops his backpack by the door and follows me to the kitchen. On the whiteboard next to the fridge, I see a note from Chloe telling us she has a late study group, so eat without her. Turning to Vince, I waggle my eyebrows playfully. “Guess what this means?”
“Uh… we’re eating alone?”
“Yep.” I grin, stepping closer to snake my arms around his neck. “It also means I can finally do this…” I don’t even have to tug him in my direction. As he’s already meeting me halfway when I rise to the tip of my toes.
I may start our kiss, but Vince quickly takes control. His hand reaches the nape of my neck in an instant, guiding me just how he wants me. It’s the perfect combination of pressure and pleasure. When his tongue slides across my lip, I eagerly invite him in to play. My body ignites, and I can’t get enough of his taste, his touch, or his scent. I instantly crave more. It drives me wild and makes me wish I didn’t have to work tonight.
Eventually, all good things must come to an end.
When Vince breaks our kiss, we pull apart panting, but the triumphant smile on his face tells me I’m not the only one feeling this way. Though his words don’t quite match his expression. “So… dinner?”
His expression is so torn, obviously he wants more, but he’s trying to do the right thing. I can’t help but laugh. “Sure. It will only take a few minutes to throw this together, then I’m sure we’ll have enough time for a few more kisses like that,” I tease suggestively.
“Good, because I’ve been dying to do that all day,” he admits with a grin that he tries to rub off his face with his palm.
“On that, we can agree.” I turn to the fridge as a distraction so I can refrain from wrapping my arms around him and never letting go. I have no idea what’s gotten into me, but Vince pushes my buttons like he’s built for me—and me alone.
As I set into frying the meat, Vince makes use of the cutting board and gets the lettuce, tomatoes, and cheese grated. I chose not to include onions because I plan on kissing him more, and there’s no way I want either of us smelling of them.
Within twenty minutes, dinner is ready, and we’re both sitting at the table digging into our meal. Vince is an expert at rolling the soft flour shells into burritos, and I have to admit I’m a bit in awe of his talents. Finally, when he has his second one loaded and rolled like a pro, I finally ask, “So, are you a professional burrito maker or something?”
“Something like that.” He smirks then shakes his head. “My first job was working fast food at a local Mexican restaurant. I had to learn how to roll them quick, or hear the wrath of my boss. I only worked there for a few months, but it’ll forever be engrained in my memory the need to be efficient.”
“I was never allowed to cook,” I admit. “It’s not that I can’t cook, but I’ve always been much faster at serving food than making it, unless it came to drinks. As you can see, I’m quite efficient there.”
“With the way you bake, I’m sure your efforts are better spent there—you can’t rush perfection. I still can’t believe how quickly I devoured that container you sent home,” he says with a laugh. “You’re more than welcome to bake for me anytime.”
“I’ll keep that in mind,” I tease. “Do you have anything in particular that’s your favorite?”
Vince shakes his head adamantly. “No. I’m sure anything you bake will be better than I could ask for.”
“Wow… no pressure or anything…” I deadpan, but something tells me I think he’d like a few of my special recipes. Maybe someday, when I get the time, I’ll show him. The thought alone has me smiling. It’s been so long since I actually tried to impress anyone with my skills. What I did the other day was just out of habit—nothing special.
Vince and I carry a casual conversation throughout dinner and into cleaning up. He’s not the type of guy who sits back and lets me do all the work. He’s right alongside me throughout the entire process, which is refreshing. Just as I’m wiping down the last of the counters and table, I feel two strong arms snake around me from behind when I stand to my full height.
“Mmmmm…” he moans as he brushes my hair aside to reach the nape of my neck. “You smell so good.” When his lips trail along my neck to that spot just behind my ear, my knees go weak—literally. If I weren’t able to lean against the table, I’d likely be a puddle on the floor. It takes all the energy I have to turn around and loop my arms around his neck.
“I could get used to this,” I admit in almost a moan as his lips go from that spot again behind my ear along my jawline to my lips. Once his mouth meets mine, I return his kiss with every ounce of effort I have left.
Damn. Vince can kiss. Don’t get me wrong. I’ve kissed my share of guys—plenty of toads in the pond, too, but he’s the first person to kiss me where I feel it in every square inch of my body.
What the hell is he doing to me?
My toes curl, and my need to be closer to him is all I can think about. Needing to feel his skin, I trace one hand under the hem of his shirt and run it along his toned back.
How the hell can just touching his back be so sexy?
I’m like a moth to a flame as I run my fingers along his spine. The more I touch, the more I need him closer. When I drag my fingers to feel his tight stomach and along his rib cage, he murmurs, “Two can play that game.”
Oh my God!His fingers feel amazing as they skirt under my shirt and roam their way along my body. My nipples tighten, and my breasts feel heavy, eager for his touch. When he finally cups my breasts and plays with my sensitive nipples, I encourage him to take what he needs. “Oh… right there…” I place my hand over his and apply more pressure.
Vince quickly picks up on my cue, and I’m rewarded with the most amazing gift. My body turns to liquid as Vince forces me to step back so I’m leaning against the kitchen table. He places a leg between my thighs to hold me up for support as he kisses along my neck to my collarbone. Knowing he’s just where I want him, I quickly reach for the hem of his shirt and tug.
A low chuckle escapes as he breaks our kiss momentarily to pull his shirt over his head with one hand while giving me the sexiest of smiles. As I slowly peruse his exposed chest, my mouth goes dry. When I meet the hunger in his dark hazel eyes, I swear I feel my clit thrum.
